Patterns left behind

Its frosty, cold and sharp
The sky has an orange tone
and the puddles of standing water have frozen shut.

The sheep sit huddled in bundles on the spiky, sharp grass
Like me, they are waiting for the temperature to rise
and the sun to break above the horizon.

I look more closely
It’s a surprise to see that some of the sheep
even in this cold, have already been on the move.

There is a patch on the frozen ground
A clear space not sharpened by the frost
A cloud shaped mark where a sheep once lay
Willing the cold night to end.

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5 Responses to Patterns left behind

  1. olga kotova says:

    Hi! I’m new to your blog. I enjoyed reading your poem. Thank you for sharing.

  2. CAS says:

    Thank you Olga. I like trying to write poems. Still finding my way with them.

  3. El Papa says:

    What is a cloud shape?
    Fancy you writing poetry.

  4. Jen says:

    love your blog! =)

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