• I walked out at dawn
    when mists still caressed the dew-lit grass
    and even the standing stones seemed to sleep.
    I walked out and saw
    the curls of cobwebs weighted down with rain
    and winds that swirled the heavy air like dust.
    There were two sheep
    inside a stone edged field
    they stood as close as fingers laid at rest.
    So close even their fleece
    could intertwine.
    My footsteps crushed a million beads of water
    and the wooly pair noticed my approach.
    Though one would step away, the other followed
    so close as to prohibit sudden haste.
    This is how I love him, how I love.
    I love him like a sheep
    trusting in his steps.
    Trust and wooly mornings.