From Spring To Winter

That spring- I remember it well. At age ten, I was facing big changes: moving to a new city, larger house, strange neighborhood, no friends; even more stressful, another school, new teachers, a new beginning. But, those teachers were so kind, so angelic, in their long white habits and black veils as Dominican Nuns. Before long, my school was a haven- a place that helped shape my youth and foster my inborn creativity. Creativity needs to thrive and grow in a safe, loving environment; one fed well with acceptance, and stoked with motivational guidance. Those special teachers helped to nurture my poetic and artistic skills all through my budding years of spring- skills that still grow and shape me- even today- in the winter of my life. December 5, 2018 ~HM~ Contest: A Freed Verse Sponsor: Brian Strand Judged: 12/30/2022 ~9th Place~ Contest: My Youth Sponsor: Craig Cornish Judged: 12/18/2018