The Season of Returning by Lara

One Poem Only · Jan 16, 2026 · 2m

The Season of Returning

Lara

I fell into winter,

a quiet collapse of light.

Bare branches above me,

and silence heavy as snow.

The frost took my laughter,

the wind took my name,

and I drifted through the cold,

like breath caught between worlds.

But the earth-

she never forgot me.

She hummed beneath the ice,

a low song,

ancient and patient:

even the seed must sleep before it blooms.

And I listened,

still and small,

to her steady heartbeat below.

The rain returned,

soft as mercy,

washing sorrow from my hands.

The wind tangled in my hair

and whispered, home,

as the ground beneath me

stirred with…