Casting Off
(for Linda)
When mist hangs thick as cloud
blanketing the dark lake
in translucent veil
magical and mysterious
walk the damp path
beyond alizarin maples
glistening birch-bark
and hemlock soaring skyward
rough bark breathing
moss and fungi
shallow roots clinging
to ancient bedrock
walk out onto the dock
feel the quiver of your weight
settle breathe wood smoke
as the sun bursts through
in topaz glow.
Kathryn MacDonald
Devour: Art & Lit Canada (page 42)
Before the sun burst through the mist, a fisher-guy broke the quiet and entered the cloaked world:
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