The Silvering

The undulating spines of misty hills
crouch sharp and black below
billowing clouds that pitch and roll.

We walk along the lakeside track,
a jagged, treadled seam,
pierced and riddled with the gleam

of ancient cobbles, flints and stones,
skiddy with old leaves and stale lake breath.
Along the path, the oaks feign death

but, couched in the bosom of the hills,
the remains of the sun silver water with light,
creating a photograph of black and white.

Kim M. Russell, 2018

My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Dark #writephoto

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      2. I’m trying, with varying degrees of success. The trick is to stay in my pyjamas with thick socks and a jumper until I can brave the freezing cold bathroom! Once I’ve done that, I’m ready to get some logs in and light the fire. I’m not looking forward to the train journey tomorrow but I know that my daughter’s house will be toasty warm when I get there!

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