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# a snow avatar
- URL: https://thedreampedlar.com/a-snow-avatar/
- Published: 2024-06-23T19:50:32.000Z
- Updated: 2024-06-23T19:50:32.000Z
- Description: That's the title of my poem which won 1st place in the Burlington Public Library's annual writing contest in its category this year!
- Author: Anitha Krishnan
- Tags: poetry, the creative life

Every year, the local library hosts a writing contest. [Write Here. Write Now.](https://www.bpl.on.ca/writenow) They usually provide a theme word and ask that submissions in various categories include that word. This year's word was 'journey'.

I hadn't intended to participate in the contest this year, busy as I was with other goings on. Towards the end of May though, it occurred to me that this one poem I had written a long time ago would probably make a suitable entry for the contest. So I pulled it out, formatted it, and sent it off.

Then completely forgot all about it until I got a call from the library last week, informing me that the poem placed [first](https://www.bpl.on.ca/news/writingcontestwinners) in its category in the 18+ age group. How amazing is that!

Here's the poem for you to enjoy!

> ***A Snow Avatar***

> I do not wish to become a star when I die.

> Let me become snow instead  
> so the snow clouds may carry me wherever they please.

> Even when I tumble to the ground from dizzying heights  
> a million flakes, a billion flakes,  
> I will do so gently.

> So pure and clean will I be,  
> you will not have the heart to trample on mine.

> I will wait for the lone child to come and press their cheeks to me,  
> to make snow angels and bring them to life by the magic of their touch,  
> to make snow balls to hurl into the air,  
> to pack and roll me into a snow-person or a snow-bear.  
> I will not mind a carrot-nose or button-eyes or twig-arms.

> Proudly will I stand  
> until the spring sun thaws me  
> into a shapeless mound,  
> melts me, softens me,  
> so I can slink through the earth,  
> make the slow, deliberate journey  
> to the roots and the seeds waiting for my call,  
> and whisper in their ears,  
> "Wake up! Now is the time to bloom."