Lonely Farm

November 21, 2015 § Leave a comment


In the storm, I could hear the Bellwether sounding.
Leading his flock through the ravages,
Damp wool weighing down the poor beasts
as they sought some sheltered place.

I soothed my forehead against the cool glass
And felt my spirit moving among the heathers.

I saw him waiting.
Lashed by rain,
Resolute in the weather.
And shivered under his watch.

 

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