Snow

Snow Snow's coming down on the bristling hills and the angels walk, stomp in my head It's one of those days one of those days today And the telephone rings and Papaw says, "David? He's not here right now. You wanna call later?" I'm halfway up the road I'm walking off the reservation I've got mud in my sneakers ice in my beard a few dollars in my pocket for real Coca-Cola Brief candles light white butter flies The hills go blue then redolent of tin and coal that taste of snow while white wings beat in the trees I'm halfway up the road when the hills rise up in grins. —David Allen Payne 44 ...