Winter enfolds my many faces
soothes scars left by scorching words
darkness a refuge.
But come spring―
call me by any name
and I will let go of dead weight
shed offended mask
to stand exposed my many faces

A yellow tropical flower whose name I don’t know

Note: The poem is in response to Sanaa at Prompt Nights, “Life is a masquerade. You never know might be hiding behind a mask or facade.”

Khaya Ronkainen
Khaya Ronkainen is a writer, poet and creative professional. Her blog focuses on all things poetry and creative nonfiction.


  1. Wonderful blending of seasons with the theme “life is a masquerade.” Very well done, indeed, Khaya!

  2. Whistles!!❤️? This is absolutely mesmerizing a write, Khaya 😀 you had me at the opening lines; the imagery, the pacing of the poem and the tone completely draws the reader in! Especially love “But come spring― call me by any name and I will let go of dead weight” sigh.. beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤️?

    Lots of love,

  3. Love the play of meaning of words of masks… Life changes us. Experiences changes us. Just like the seasons change the land. But even after the roughest winter, spring will still be spring.

  4. Winter is a time to be enfolded, contemplative, a healing darkness and then spring and my spirit awakens – a time to begin anew. We all have our masks, wisdom is knowing which to let go of. Lovely read, Khaya

  5. ‘Call me by any name’ is so apt in springtime as we become new again and relive our lives with so many possibilities.

  6. I love this take – a real sense and feel of being in control and empowered by putting on the ‘right’ face for each situation that arises

  7. Thanks Jae! Not all masks are bad. 🙂 And with such hate in the world, it’s scary to think what one might see if masks were taken done.

  8. this is a sweet poem, the hope of Spring, enlivens

    thanks for dropping in to read mine, Khaya

    much love…

  9. This is quite clever. It also echoes my feelings towards the seasons quite well

  10. Brilliant poem, Khaya! We all wear masks through life – the power and control is well portrayed with the parting shot of ‘interchangeable’.

  11. wonderful…a strength so outspoken even with the a sad tone there….liked it so much!

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