Sheep in a Fog
The day was cold and wet with fog
And all the earth was still,
We drove along through unseen lands
And half-way up the hill.
We heard a rapid pattering sound
Like sudden pouring rain,
And then we saw a flock of sheep
That stretched across the lane.
They made themselves a narrow stream
To pass us by with fear;
We felt them push and breathe and press
Till all the way was clear.
And now the fog came closer round
And all was white and chill;
We heard the sounds of men and sheep
Grow fainter down the hill.
A Breath of the Past
A sudden beam shines from the dying sun
Upon a flight of russet-coloured leaves,
Making them golden birds with rustling cry,
Whirled by the wind along the bone-dry road,
The wind that ever blows from summer's heart.