A Winter's tale

No es Irlanda, es el sur de Chile cerca del Lago Puyehue.
Foto tomada desde el autobus en un día de chubascos.



"It is a winter's tale
That the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakes
And floating fields from the farm in the cup of the vales,
Gliding windless through the hand folded flakes,
The pale breath of cattle at the stealthy sail,
And the stars falling cold,
And the smell of hay in the snow, and the far owl
Warning among the folds, and the frozen hold
Flocked with the sheep white smoke of the farm house cowl
In the river wended
vales where the tale was told"