Ariadne's Dawning

Ariadne’s Dawning

Trees obscured by mist,
nothing in view except the immediate,
jewel-like drops glisten on spiders’ intricate weaving,
Ariadne’s dawning.

The mouldering rustle of fallen leaves
embalming the perfume of blowsy summer rose.
Crisp Autumn air caressing and soothing
invigorating.

Summer kissed goodbye, weeds and flowers
die back into the earth.
This morning
is a glory of contemplation, hibernation
allowing us to comprehend the intermediate
between summer and winter

in this hinterland.
Persephone sleeps in Hades
she will arise with spring
for now, we have our time of quiet reflection
before her fecund resurrectiion.