| Far from the netherworld gates lie Persehone's shoes. Bare footed did she enter,and it seems she is still. I do not think she minds,for her husband will see to her care. Six months beneath the Earth while it slumbers. I do believe she would make it twelve. Only a Mother's love,coupled with a heart so kind. Brings again the Spring,and Summer's harvest. A taste of the new,and elder wines. |
