A Winter Landscape
- Creative Writing to Inspire -

The winter landscape laughed in grim fractured glitter, slicing in a backhander chill, a chill thick with throwing stars. Yet moonlight’s whisper-shout carried Heaven’s clout, invading the shade-shivers with her buttermilk quivers. For goodness sends the light even as darkness floods with fright, even as the evil cackles so entertained. The heavens watched long as the scene went on, all the while assembling Spring’s parade.

 

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Moonlight-fire flows soul-warm as it senses the dawn, as grey-gardens blush green, as dew galaxies grow, as light-ray ribbons and bows form apple-pip constellations. How the landscape cool-laughs in this heart-sensory bath. A daffodil sunrise carousels above as winter-winds whisper of the wildest love, of spring-fed liberty. Far and wide the frosty hills cool-laugh beneath white-woolen bonnets, bonnets of fluttering tree pom-poms. Such midwinter merriment is mirth born of the most adorable loving-mischief.

 

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The cold mean days melt gravity to a gravy sky, to a smoggy onion soup. How the atmosphere rolls gritty-heavy, rolls metal-woven, rolls as a sadness flute of molten mercury. Midwinter wind’s warped music saturates-toxic. Rain cries colours greyer, draining gaiety to a gaunt grimy slumber. Clouds roll and rumble as blackest tires, thunder pistons clanking echoes that slow-fade. No snow clean-covers. No breath white-cloud puffs. No candy-cane dreams in this rough. The tough winter landscape learned the utilitarian urban song, learned its lyrics as Destiny’s map.

 

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Sunrise blooms as hearth-hued memory of asters, the daring daisies who flare as flame-bright masters.  The snow glows as granulated lightning, as sugar-starlight, as an electrifying soul battery. Day and night it keeps on defying the dark, daring to glow, determined to sing as Heaven’s own echo. The first footfalls as soul stamps write on the day’s new page, amnesiac risers blessed to forget yesterday’s rage. Gregarious-golden in the gentlest light, the souls refill with Heaven’s best ambrosial sight. 

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