Lady of the Springtime

You’ve come, O sweet child of Demeter
From the depths of the Earth
Where the sun does not shine
And joy is a currency none can earn
Save by your leave

You’ve come, now watch the Earth rejoice
Like a seedling rising in a fallow field
Full of the potential of what is yet to be
In the verdant force of nature’s power
That small sprig that will one day be an oak

You’ve come, and with you the Springtime
O lovely Persephone of the pale white skin
Greeted by spring showers and the smell of growth
Mixed with the decay of yesterday
That circular power that brings rebirth from death

You’ve come, to your mother’s delight
And with you her heart mends
And Winter ends
In an embrace of power no mortal can guess
Save perhaps a mother and daughter long apart

You’ve come, O Kore of the flowering fields
And all who know you rejoice
From the land of the dead you bring life
From hopelessness hope
Blessed Lady of the Springtime

Art: Death the Bride by Thomas Cooper Gotch

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