when the sun nears the horizon
and
mountains reflect on an icy lake
ones breath gentles
and
light becomes a healing balm
~
icy
angel wings
they were invisible to the ordinary eye
but the lake knew
they were there
the wind also
the wind stirred the lake waters
and
sprayed it on the wings
so that we can see them in the form of ice
and
tuck their
beauty into our heart for ever more
we went to lake McDonald
on the eve of my birthday
lovely to say goodbye to my year with the setting of the sun
~
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