Cold white flakes settle - soft white wool. I see no sheep. —Phil France
It snowed here today (the first day of spring as it happens)! All the sheep on the hills vanished, inspiring haiku.
Here's a followup haiku by Phil:
Soon, though, they move,
to find food.
They are negative sheep. . . .
it's snowing!
i return from the window
soggy cereal, greeting
through the dawn mist
the waving leaves
of my favourite palm tree
cool breeze rising -
frosty breath in may,
somewhere
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