Snow

The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognizable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me,
Not knowing where I am going,
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable
and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt
and return the landscape to some semblance of normality. And I know in time my grief will diminish,
and I will find my way forward again,
back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return