An Afternoon in Inis Mor

ORIGINALLY POSTED 6/8/17

An Afternoon in Inis Mor

Mist stings my eyes
as I scan the landscape for
droplets of water on still green leaves.
The air is blanketed by fog,
and the afternoon rain falls silently.
A crunch underfoot
breaks the solitude.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017

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