Husband Sonnet One

o calm sheep in the fields asleep
be quiet while my husband sleeps
ride bicycles or drive your jeeps
in pastures where the snow is deep
the roads that bend o pay no heed
nor wonder where the neighbor speeds
nor ponder at the road’s sad fork
just plow on forward brave and dark
like Dante in his mid-life’s wood,
a sheep’s mid-life is stout and good
like beer that ambers from a tap
or maple running wine tree sap
you sheep of silence play along
in dreams my husband sleeps among