I used to love the snow,
I would rush down the stairs to watch it blanket the streets,
Everything would slow,
Magic would flutter in the air,
Like being in a snow globe,
Now, it mocks me.
Snowing on a day where the dread of loss seeps into my bones.
I hate the sight of it,
Knowing that every snow will remind me of losing you,
I beg the snow to warm to rain.
It feels easier to mourn in the rain.
Even the sun would feel like less of an insult.
Maybe it would feel like God was taking you somewhere warm.
The snow stings my eyes.
How dare the world feel happy.
How dare magic exist when I am miles away from you and you drift farther away.
I used to pray for snow.
Now I don’t want to look at it.
I’m selfish and beside myself.
I don’t want the world to be beautiful.
Not when grief is licking at my skin.
I want it to be ugly.
I don’t want to look at anything pretty.
I don’t.
I don’t.
I don’t want you to go.
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Samantha Smith
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Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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I wasn't a member yet for this challenge, so I thought I would read some of the poems. Magic will flutter in the air like being in a snow globe. The words are beautiful but it is kind of sad too. Nicely Done!!!