Poetry About Demeter

Demeter walks the furrows without seed. Her daughters name dries wheat upon the stalk. No prayer can hurry grief through winter. The earth keeps faith by resting in its sorrow. When footsteps rise again from underground. Every orchard opens like a mothers arms.

Look again from the quieter edge. Her daughters name dries wheat upon the stalk. What seemed simple opens into history. The earth keeps faith by resting in its sorrow. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Every orchard opens like a mothers arms.

Demeter walks the furrows without seed. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. No prayer can hurry grief through winter. It returns us to Greek myth, harvest, motherhood, grief, seasons, and the earths return to abundance. When footsteps rise again from underground. The day continues with a more attentive heart.