... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... Autumn ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... experimental ..., ... ghosts ..., ... hymns ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... music ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... the South ..., ... time ...

The Honey-Tones

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.

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