The wind has mercy
this morning:
a slight breeze blowing
cold.
The snow speaks,
squeaks beneath my feet,
but not the lambs,
tenderly quiet for the warmth
of their mothers,
bedded down for another
wintry day.

-- inspired by Terry's post: February 19, 2015 | A Shepherd’s Journal: The Fragile Crack of Frozen Stars

Lifted from Terry's Journal

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