The Tender Descending by Ellie Augustin

One Poem Only · Jan 10, 2026 · 1m

The Tender Descending

Ellie Augustin

The earth exhales and everything slows.

The trees remember what it means to be bare.

We gather what warmth remains in our hands

and stitch our dreams beneath quiet skies.

Each flake that lands upon the skin

is a messenger of mercy,

a reminder that even in endings,

something tender still descends.

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