She laughs
herding her woolly flocks
to farther pasture's
with passionate
smile
Then she weeps,
her tears softening
earth-leather cusp
Her eyes beguile
the tightly clenched bud
She scowls
An icy stare
Conceals her mirth
hope turns to mud
as restless sheep
crowd about her...
crowd about her...
trample her skirts, but
then she smiles
...sheep scatter
as tulip rivers
color the earth
© Janet Martin
Seems we have a moody one going today!
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