Aurora smiles down as Boreas whips through
her hair and sweeps it across the sky, sparkling
shades of forest green and emerald. Dryads swing
from their branches until the treetops sway,
casting shadows against the mountain. Atop,
lights flicker where the Oreades dance and sing
beneath Gaia’s primordial Pontus. Below,
an expanse of ice breathes—nature’s lung.
There is life trapped beneath where the Limnades
slumber, waiting on the return of Persephone
to aide Demeter in the deliverance of spring.
Along the shoreline, a young woman walks.
Psamathe passes the winter nights sculpting beach
sand, frozen, into jagged formations. The girl climbs.
A song plays through her head, a humming.
Wish you were here.