Mount Ventoux: an unique single mountain near Avignon. The road to the summit leads through vineyards, then through a large forest, and then finally, through a sand desert. "Vent" is french for wind - and windy it is, this mountain, creating an own cloud dynamic.
Ventoux, it is today's stop of the Tour de France. I just watched the cyclist on their way up, and memories from driving up that road rolled with it.
And following the wind theme, here a stanza that I wrote for the collaborate wind poem "I Hear the Wind Waiting" (organized by Leaf Press)
37 poets joined in this poem. my stanza is:
Strong wind from the south: I put on my jacket, step into the garden
To fasten the roses, yet stand and listen to the hum of the sky
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Links...
- Festival of Words
- Mount Ventoux - Tour de France 2016
3 comments:
37 poets!Interesting!..and yes, amazing capture. :)
Interesting lines....when you come out to do something and nature just holds you in a trance....
Nature is truly beautiful !
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