Starryflume

So as of now I have really only posted photos but I do write and soon I am going to be posting some of the poems I have written in the past. I am definitely a novice when it comes to writing poetry... so basically don't expect my poems to be any good : P

Melancholy mornings veiled in a purple mist, Dew drops glistening. Forests thriving around silver bog, Lush vines spiraling. Reviving evenings in impending dusk, Bonfire  glowing. Showers and showers fall from above, Crystal brook bubbling.

My heart throbs for the mountains, veiled in the purple atmosphere. I can almost feel the warmth of the crackling fire, whispering in the woodstove, the embers glowing. My memory flashes before me as I write, and I hear the ice crunch beneath my boots. My sister and I would walk out of the warm cabin and into the lonely forest some nights. We were the only people for miles around and it was weird to have complete silence. A car would pass by on the highway once every hour. Its headlights making the snow glow. For days we had no electricity, running water, or heat. The days spent embarking on adventures through the mountains and the nights spe