Poem: Lambing

'It’s always cold for lambing, every year...'

by Rosemary Mathew 20th December 2024

It’s always cold for lambing, every year,

before a glimmer of Spring is even thought of,

but this seems worse than ever.

You can almost see the wind

scouring the sky. That moon doesn’t vary,

and old Orion’s seen it all over and over…