The Honey-Tones
by southernmusings
yes! sweet melody
ringing true in
these weary ears.
cover me in
Springtime with those
honey-tones of blue
Appalachian song. ripened
by the late
Summer sun and
harvested by Winter’s
arrogant grasp; nipped
in the nose
by red-eyed frost
with heart-strings plucked
by fingers so
nimble, that only
the Holy Ghost
Himself can see
the way they
dance across the
steel cords of
this old footsore
mountain man’s soul.
this. is. gorgeous. like bluegrass only the heart can hear
yes yes dear. there are some melodies so sweet, you dont even need ears to hear em….
Oh..must agree this is just a gorgeous verse…brought to mind the old bluegrrass festival outside of Athens Ohio.