Demeter’s Deal

If I get only half,
I’ll make sure everyone else gets less.
That Hades creep has napped my girl,
and Zeus expects me to be happy
to have her part-time,
a lousy custody truce.
So if Persephone with her butterscotch hair
can’t be here picking flowers,
I’ll twirl my ragged gray coat
through your world, add snow to May
and sleet to October, let you enjoy
four months of bounty at best
knowing all the while how quickly it will leave,
earth’s harvest sucked away.
Don’t whine: I have little enough to share.
For now that she enjoys those chariot rides,
she comes into my arms without a smile,
her garland of blossoms wilting.