The breath of ancient angels

Mist makes silver light – 
at the shore, 
in the trees – 
the ancient breath of angels 
muting the noise of colours 
into silent black and greys, 
softening silhouettes 
of limb and leaf, 
a frosting of early summer’s silver light 
astride the inland sea. 

Lake Superior, June 2023

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