sun, snow, sierra

Yesterday at 9am it was still so dark I was hardly able to see whether the garden was still there or whether it had either disappeared under flood-water or been blown away by the wind. Today, though, at around 8:30am:

Early morning mountains sprawl
pink-blanketed
on the horizon

Gredos snow at sunrise

Author: don't confuse the narrator

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

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