The fields flow with flowers.
The trees offer their bowers.
The sun smiles at saunters the sun-spread streets.
The winds enjoys its retreat.
A daffodil stem droops.
A cluster of leaves swoop.
A cloud dims the rays with a single wrench.
A wind restarts for revenge.
Thunder claps a drumroll.
Rain threatens to fall.
People frenzy forth and back furiously.
Lightening cracks mercilessly.
Oh, the world has gone black.
The hustle bustle beaten slack.
The fields they flow now with windfalls of water.
The trees, I comfort, will grow faster.
#nature
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T. Licht
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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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