End of September is a strange interlude
in Algarve´s countryside.
Flowers suddenly bloom and yellow grass
turns green, for a few weeks it looks like
spring before sinking back to winter gloom.
The cork tree, dark and nude, its dress has
has been turned into bottle stoppers and
and no leaves protect its misery.
Still it is looking inwards, pretends not to be
there while waiting for spring, when
my almond tree strews pink snowflakes
on the sandy lane and life begins again.