Where has Persephone gone?
To sleep in dark lover's arms?
Why has Baldr fallen?
Will he rise once more?
There is a pause, a hush,
as we let go of the things
of light, of summer and youth,
and open our hearts to the dark.
Now in the autumn the trees
withdraw into themselves,
no longer speaking with rustling
leaves in the summer breeze.
Yes, Persephone dreams in Hades
strong arms, every green dream
a seed saved in promise of spring.
Yes, Baldr will rise, his falling
awakening our spirits, we are aware,
seeing the world change with fresh eyes.