Sunday, February 9, 2014

Sheep and Rain

I dream of the gorse
and the tufted cloud-
the wobbly young
to the ground.
but the sky is
a mother,
who gathers her own
and the rain rolls down.

(my photos and poem, inspired by several Northern Welsh adventures)

1 comment:

Brian Miller said...

ha. the rhyme makes for an interesting off beat to this...
the babies wed to the ground and the mother who gathers her own UP is a cool touch too....spring will come...