the rhythmic treat no southern soul can know
\nis walking out in winter’s squeaky snow<\/p>\n
when sky is steely blue and hard as glass
\nwhen simple air inhales as shards of brass<\/p>\n
when silence reaches out to pale the sun
\nand woods are still and breath and heart are one<\/p>\n
then snow the diamond harness of the north
\ndrifts hangs sings floats deliberately roars
\nin music mortals see but seldom hear
\nso blind is heart so sweet enchanted, ear.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
the rhythmic treat no southern soul can know is walking out in winter’s squeaky snow when sky is steely blue and hard as glass when simple air inhales as shards of brass when silence reaches out to pale the sun … Continue reading