An Ode to the Last Remnants of Winter

And a tribute to the flowers budding in spring.

Fayth Ong
2 min readNov 18, 2024

An ode to winter: I wanted you gone. I was excited to see the buds of flowers ready to welcome me with open arms. But instead, your cold atmosphere touched my already covered skin. Winter. Gray, dark, filled with snow, and temperatures hitting negatives. They said that when we’d arrive, we would be hitting the beginning of spring. But I didn’t know that seasons overlap. I didn’t expect endings would overlap with new beginnings as well. I didn’t anticipate grief to stay over when the time for celebration finally came.

And then, when you decided to fully open yourself, you passed by too quickly. The wind blew too fast, the sun came too soon. The flowers sprung by hurriedly, like you couldn’t wait to jump into the next season. Or so I thought.

Everyone was saying summer is here, while I still longed for spring to stay. I wanted to see more of the flowers blooming: I want to witness the dandelions, the lupins, the daisies. I want to see everything unfold with what the winter has taken away. I want to celebrate what grief has hidden.

But while I was surprised with winter still staying too late, and with spring passing by too early, I know summer is waiting for me with open arms. Summer is waiting for sunflowers, and sundresses, and swimsuits at the beaches. Summer is waiting for me, and while I enjoyed the breeze of the spring, I know the sun will be shining for me in summer. And the remnants of spring won’t leave me as easy. This time, I’ll take my time enjoying the warm summer air. I’ll dip in the lake screaming from the cold, only to dry myself with the sun.

And, this time, I’ll be more prepared when the seasons overlap again.

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Fayth Ong
Fayth Ong

Written by Fayth Ong

26 || Christian || Filipino-Chinese Teach. Write. Move. Explore. Your sun-kissed accident-prone creative curly daredevil.

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