Ceres
I am Ceres
Goddess of wheat
the fruits of my labor
make up what we eat.
I have a daughter
young and fair
Pluto stole her
To his lair.
A pomegranate
with six seeds
The results of Pluto's
dastardly deeds.
The six she ate
on that fateful day
causes winter
to come and stay.
The other months
of the year
give us spring
warm and dear.
Explaining the seasons
warm and cold
the tale of Persephone
is often told.
When mother grieves
the earth is sad
when mother smiles
the earth is glad.
Around and around
the years go by
I watch from Olympus
my home in the sky.
by Pat Dipillo
