Sunlit spheres of melting icicles image snowscapes of dark green pines and skeletal trees and seemingly cheerful, temperate blue skies; each miniature, pristine orb an immeasurable passage of time reigning over calendar days and the circumnavigation of precise second, minute and hourly hands.
The nightfall shroud of motley, mottled clouds reclaims the darkness with a frisson of subzero air until the ice moon in the microcosmic diamond reflectivity of snow mirrors macrocosmic starlight and the circles transmogrify, sharpening into the memory-ghost rest of vampiric fangs.
©2019 by L.P. Van Ness. All rights reserved.
[genre:cosmic fiction]
Thursday, February 28, 2019
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