Storm Clouds in the Sky

No storm clouds in the sky today

Just an ocean of blue above our heads,

No migrating birds fleeing winter

No Icarus flying with waxed wings.

Only a winter breeze is whistling

Through the shells of our body

For a gentle wind contains no riches,

Aeolus’ bag has been forced open.

Streets are wrapped in a blanket of snow

A midnight snowfall kissing the ground

Exhaled from the mouth of the goddess Chione

Who retreats without a song or sound.

Winter trees stand lonely and bare,

Idle upon the whitened landscape,

Waiting to be fed by the hands of Persephone

Fleeing Hades from the shadows of death.

The storm clouds, they may return one day

With Thallo riding a Tulpars wings

As the goddess spreads the growth of nature,

Her scent drifts through the months of spring.