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!)
Tag: Gredos
fire and rain
Some readers will remember the fraught few days last summer when I wondered if the house was to be burned to a frazzle by the Gredos fire. It’s hard to believe that with all the rain that’s fallen recently.
Anyway, I still have a “Google alert” set up that tells me when any relevant news appears on the web. Which is why I’ve just seen this headline from the catástrofes y accidentes section of ABC online:
Yes, the re-forestation has been put off because of the weather.
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break in the clouds
We all turn out to watch
the river churn and the bridges
froth at the mouth while
above us, angry mountains clench
white teeth, briefly holding back
the storm.
In a brief lull in the torrential rain yesterday, I ventured as far as the village.
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rainbow
This was taken from my phone a few days ago. I didn’t expect it to come out well so hadn’t got around to downloading it.
Sadly, it isn’t really clear enough to see how the colours created the illusion of bands of flowers on the mountain.
Rainbow
paints the hillside
heather; blue grass; gorse
daylight
Like I said the other day, it’s been very, very wet. But yesterday the rain stopped for long enough for me to go for a walk. The river was back within its banks, and I got a glimpse of the mountains for the first time since I got back from the UK:
This morning, the predominant colour outside is grey once more, and the mountains have disappeared again.
don't confuse the narrator 