Tuesday, February 10, 2015

The Lamb in Winter


Winter's cold touches not my heart
When, ahead of their time, the little lambs start

Tottering on legs, quite unstable
As each hour passes, becoming more able

 Standing with boots in two foot of snow
I chuckle and coo at the small lives below

I wish I could stand all day and stare
At the humbling antics of the little lambs there






                                          


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