December dribbles - 22

Cold at night; red sky, shepherd’s delight; dawn’s promised light; cold night.

The shepherds shiver, smell the sheep and scents of herbs and hay, see swaying backs white under moon, hear gentle gloom, sheep-saying cold at night.

It’s cold and dark, then spark of light is angels in the sky.

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