Whispering Snow
In my sleep
I yearn to lay naked
Deep within the snow
Hibernate
Primordial meditative state
Escape
Into a transcendental celestial
Crystallized capsule
Mother nature keeping me warm
Looking out the window
At the first frost awakening
The room is a bit too warm
Everyone downstairs
Drinking coffee talking happily
I realize I can barely hear them
All I hear is a seasonal singing
Autumnal glory departing
Whispering in the first snow
About the Creator
M.
I explore language, interpretation of situations and symbols. Ive essays, poems + stories published in collections, posted online. Ive placed in contests, and have read my original writing at two museums coast to coast. I also like yoga!
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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