persephone’s footsteps

When the sun rises over the mountain,
Coming just into view, 
The light fills the world
With a golden glow.

The flowers covering the ground 
Bursting with colors – 
As if Persephone herself walked there
And spring sprouted from her footsteps.

A path of moss leads me 
Into the forest 
Where flowering trees shed petals 
From the soft gust of wind.

I feel the warmth on my skin
As the light peeks between the trees – 
Turning into a holographic starburst.

The path ends in a clearing
With the ruins of something
From long ago – 
Vines have taken over the stone.

All these things are how I feel
When I remember your eyes
Looking into mine – 
Filling me with butterflies and joy.

Happiness that is constant –
Making me realize that I am enough as is.