Morning Snow. (Prose)

Posted on September 13, 2019June 19, 2021 by Lucy

Primordial of the language havocs the ghost, havocs the charring wood, as it hushes the daylight by the opaque fog above a motionless hillock, and I feel the strangeness of the fire arose from the bejeweled brooks, and faded, golden rivers, strung by the heat, I wander as the ocean meets the shore and I go into the peaks of the world, and its hoary, gentle winds during the Autumn pasture. It is the diamonds in the wood-pile, trembling with stones on the trail; It is everything to the piled snow. Dreams come, and sometimes, I miss them all the same. I go as the Autumn into the yellow roads, fairer than the stirred frost, fairer than her skin, and beyond the harvest of flowers by the morning snow.

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"Poetess of darkness"–dVerse community; cat hoarder, guitarist, keyboardist, psych major. View all posts by Lucy

10 thoughts on “Morning Snow. (Prose)”

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Anyways, your blog seems to be growing fast! 😀 Congrats!

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Lucy September 14, 20192:41 pm Reply

Thank you! 😀 I’m kind of surprised at how fast it’s growing, to be honest. I haven’t been posting that much, so it baffles me! Lol. Not that I’m complaining, though. Haha.

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1. mirrorant September 14, 20192:53 pm
  
  Lol I’m surprised, too, but it IS well-earned! Your writings are really good
  
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2. Lucy September 14, 20192:55 pm
  
  Thanks. 🙂
  
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