Smooth walls circle round and round me, round and round,

like a tailor bird I stitch it round me, in the best and coolest of colors.

Green, rich gold, deep mahogany, colors of the forest, dressing me

in sumptuous symphony, I turn, the green a warm cocoon of liveliness,

lovely green walls that spin and touch the senses, just so,

in the depths of winter, I will always stand in spring, in her soft,

sweet, melancholic way, a Persephone garden, an immortal garden,

wrapt so in that deep forestness, Hades’ favorite gift of the pomegranate

and of flowers never dying.