After the lambing – a poem by Jill Husser-Munro

After the lambing 

I’ve seen photos of you 
in your father’s, mother’s arms 
 -one day, five, seven days old- 

but until I run 
my fingers round your toes
in, over crease and fold 

feel the warm weight of you
musky sweet 
fresh as the winter rose

I am like an old ewe looking 
for a lamb she will not find 
missing the trail of afterbirth 

pink cirrus in the snow
no, until I see you with my own eyes
I will not believe.

Jill Husser-Munro grew up in the north of Scotland and has lived and worked in Strasbourg, France, for over thirty years. Her work has been published in Poetry Scotland, Amethyst Review, The Alchemy Spoon, Wildfire Words and Dreich Magazine, Causeway Magazine.