The sky from above says freeze
The earth from below says no
A frost sits in the soil
And lifts.
Why?
Who knew there were chickens in these fields?
The cows are silent
But the warm voice of a cockerel
Meets the cold rising fog.
The sky from above says freeze
The earth from below says no
A frost sits in the soil
And lifts.
Why?
Who knew there were chickens in these fields?
The cows are silent
But the warm voice of a cockerel
Meets the cold rising fog.