February 7, 2015 | A Shepherd’s Journal: Nothing. Done.
I have a reason to be about inside this beastly hour scrubbing the moony fields for lambs. a mule braying at distance. Mars two handbreadths away from a waning full moon. shadows full as noon. Young toms touching whisker trading sniffs of where they’ve been. neighbors a mile away security lights ablaze. stars even farther. … Continue reading February 7, 2015 | A Shepherd’s Journal: Nothing. Done. →