a walk with winter

a poem

Every year, I take a walk with Winter.
We link our arms and tell old stories—
the kind that make us laugh, cry,
and smile all at once.

They speak of how much I’ve grown,
ask what I’ve learned along the way.
I look at Winter and feel warm inside,
for they have known me since I was a child.

Somewhere between silence and stars,
we became friends—
perhaps even kindred spirits,
drawn together by the same quiet pull.

We sit for a while and eat cranberries,
small and tart, Winter’s gentle reminder
to care for myself,
to savor life’s smallest pleasures.

Eventually, Winter nudges me.
Our time is ending.
I embrace the season and say goodbye.

As I walk forward, I look back—
just once, as I always do.
Winter tells me to go,
and promises they’ll be waiting
for our next walk.

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Happy holidays and Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate!! I hope you’re having a wonderful time filled with love and happiness.

I wrote this piece for The Unjaded, a literary publication, and it was selected for their winter issue! They first contacted me back in June to publish my essay, the quiet art of people-watching, and they’ve been amazing to work with. It’s very important to me to support an editorial team led by young women who are committed to keeping the literary arts alive.

If you’d like to support The Unjaded, you can find them on Instagram and Ko-fi, where you can also find their winter issue.

I hope you enjoyed this little poem, and I’ll be back with my regular posts next week. Thank you so much for supporting my work—I deeply appreciate it! 🤍