Poetry, An Affinity with Sheep and other poems

Treading softly in woods

A modest white carpet spreads

randomly over damp woodland

like spilt milk tinged with green.

Sudden shaft of morning sun streaks

the patch of delicate snow-drops

as a door opens on a dull, dark room.

They brighten the gloom, drawing

us in to the secrets of Spring,

with their calm, perfect pearls.

Perhaps this year will turn out well after all.