Not Quite Persephone

So Dave put up a poem of mine on his blog, including it in his mostly-monthly compendium of links for people who like to think. (Thank you, Dave.) Scares me to be in the company of those mighty thinkers. But I’ve been of a mind to share once more, so it was a rightful prompting.

Here in El Norte we have just stopped Saving our Daylight, which is as good a time as any to re-emerge, not quite Persephone, but the days are getting dark. If the name hadn’t been appropriated by that awful corporate fry pit, I would call myself Ruby Tuesday. (“Who could hang a name on you?”) Persephone gave us six months at a stretch. I’ll see what I can do.