falling with persephone...

rain and clouds and crisp wet air. a gentle breeze blows my hair. soft rolling wisp of earthly flight, brewing winter is my plight. sweetly dancing falling leaves,but oh how i miss the soft buzz of the honey bee's. a crackle, a pop, and a mysterious swivel, a cabin's fire shouldn't fizzle. with warmth tucked away for a long cold slumber, perhaps i'll curl up and hibernate until next summer.