The sheep keep warm
In the snow
Their coats glistening
And shining like crowns
They gnaw at the straw
Their faces happy
Like a warm meal
Settling in your stomach
Makes you smile
In the hedges
The robins peck at the berries
The storm has passed
The branches and leaves
Are stacked up
Like monuments
The shepherd shuns the hovel
And sleeps on a crimson bed
Sheets thick as the snow outside
Warm as the sheep
Bleating happily
A new year is coming
The light is pink
And clear
Calm
Like our breathing
Today we are well
Tomorrow will be a new page
Crisp and white
Ready for our black ink
Like the fleece
And the face
Of the sheep in winter.
