Roll me an egg across the fresh garden grass
Speckled with colors blues and greens, reds and yellows
Hidden among the daffodils, crocus and tulips
Set inside the stiffen arm of a tree
I move and stretch, warmth courses into my bones
I watch Persephone walk by with her mother
Passing on the light of color and warmth
Dressed in a ruffled dress of buds and flowers
Lilacs resting in her hair rose buds at her feet
Small hands collecting the painted eggs
Hidden beneath the dried grass and emerging life
Her touch awakening colors
That spreads like golden water ahead of her footfall
As her basket fills, so does the air
With sound and scents and vibrant warmth
Roll me an egg across the darkening sky
The first full moon of spring, hearken
Persephone walks with her mother
