Picos

the lower mountains

look warmer today,

a friendly pale maroon

flecked by richer orange

that seems to have been

scratched off the setting sun,

yesterday they were prouder,

more erect, a starched collar

godly grey spanning the

horizon like a crudely ripped

paper tear, a strip of untidy

jagged tips and angry

misshapen severe folds,

locals say it will be cooler

tomorrow and the ‘picos ‘will

recline decked with white

pillow-cloud plumage like

a sedentary corps of old

retired generals in their

best ceremonial uniform

Published by grahamrsherwood