it's cold

the mornings freeze our words to our lips as we pore

over homework, plastic boxes of brightly dyed sugar cereal

waiting for february. it's gray

we haven't gone out for recess in forever, summer sun

all the things i do not know about love –

the proper ways to hold someone through the storm, what to say

when a snake has shed its rippling skin and silence with it,

Poem #1 in my Greek Gods poem series. More to come soon! :D

1. persephone

she crushed flowers beneath her feet as she walked