white

Cirrus over Gredos

 

snowdust on the mountain;
weft of cirrus; along the bridle path,
a twist of lamb’s wool, bramble-caught.

 
 
(No photo of the lamb’s wool, I’m afraid – it looks awfully grubby when you try and take a close-up!)

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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