Like spring, this airy whisper-the music of the heavens-as the sweetest and the most fragrant. The earth wakes from its frozen sleep and begins to feel the gentle breezes. The noiseless blush of soft color in the sky is blue, and the golden rays light it as well. Cool to each flower that opens, bold and true, pours in color whole-hued in shy but brightness.
The robin sings upon the trees as the blossoms toss in the soft breeze. The days lengthen out, grow warm, and sweet-all without fail; and each awakening nature stirs beneath our feet. Every year, a season renewed with hope and cheer; a season born anew each year: very delicate, spring-like touch, very bright, like embrace. One for joy, a time of grace.
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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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Our winter is here with gray skies and rain, freezing temps…so this colorful poem warmed my heart!