Hecate's Due

You who are dead,
Do you know
They've dug up half the irises
That used to grow
Here in the quadrangle a year ago?
Those left are mere
Points of blue
That can't make sky of earth, as once
They used to do,
Didn't they? Buried flowers . . . Proserpin's due.

by Lesbia Harford

Comments (2)

a lovely cycle of life along with season...beautifully expressed
The hearts’ smile resurrected Through the New leaf upon the tree...........................o what a beauty by newness, yet it enlightens the heart by mirth, color seems to paint art of love, excellent write,10+++, thanks for sharing