Mist and rain…
Mist crowds the mountains,
Loiters in cooms and hollows.
Wraps up the landscape.
(28/11/25)
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Definitely Winter…
Cold, glittering light
peeps through the ink-black branches.
Looking for colour.
(21/11/25)
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Clouds over Béara…
Remaining aloof,
Béara’s head is in the clouds..
Dreaming of Summer.
(14/11/25)
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More rain…
Rain starts: whispering;
Growing louder through the night.
By dawn: crescendo.
(07/11/25)