Winter

I balled up my grief between my hands, like snow, until the cold settled into my bones. I imagined I could hear your voice calling me into the house.

My fingers opened; I left my sorrow under the junipers, waiting for spring.


9 responses to “Winter

  1. Bet those fingers were hurting from the cold of that sorrow too.

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  2. This feels so familiar — it’s gorgeous.

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  3. I know this feeling all too well..

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  4. Jennifer G. Knoblock

    …and by then it will have turned into flowers 🙂

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  5. So sad – but so relatable…

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  6. I can feel the sadness. Nice job!

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  7. Gorgeous, as always, my friend. Love that you created the snowball, as opposed to having a round object already prepared for the prompt.

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