Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Peaceful, placid place,
Stoic, stolid face,
Bespeaks of ages past and days to come.This overwintering rest,
Puts fibers on my breast
That serve me well, then serve a greater purpose.Soft and fluffy fleece,
Knowing brings me peace,
My swaddling gift for babes and tots and moms.‘Neath sun-drenched frigid sky,
As cold winds whisper by,
I calmly wait, my shearing day will come.