Winter clings to the bones of earth

Ice wrapping around like sinew of muscle and tendons

Heavily weighing down branches

Grief a very similar fashion

Melting muscles heavily against lungs

A breath can never be felt

Fully

But spring’s joy and love

Begins to blossom

Hazy soft shades of pink

Sprouting

A life burrowed in the depths

Of the underworld

Reaching up

Opened palm of resilience

She reclaims herself

Hades lost, becoming Persephone