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!)
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The poem and photo are beautiful together…very nice!
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Thank you!
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