This is so tedious.
I, Persephone, goddess of Spring and harbinger of greenness am doomed to return to that horrid creature in the Underworld every year.
My old buddy, Hades. Don't you think he's kind of cute?
As soon as the frost hits the pachysandra,
And the morning glories lose their luster,
When Persephone's Garden begins to wilt,
And the frost collects on the windshield,
When the leaves clutter my little pathway,
And ghosts dance in New England graveyards,
It's time for...
Mom's taking me to Florida for a couple days.
It sure beats the Underworld!