South Slopes in Winter: The Rockies, after Years
Partridge, Dixie
Dixie Partridge South Slopes in Winter: The Rockies, after Years From this distance you need only accept with the shamefaced moon the silvered slums of white birch and aspen, emptied and...
...And when the winter sun tightens like a drumhead, no longer strain to listen for its mute stroke, rewarming echo...
...The shrinking air has always told you less is needed...
...Return with spring rains, drench up the sound like applause...
...Dixie Partridge South Slopes in Winter: The Rockies, after Years From this distance you need only accept with the shamefaced moon the silvered slums of white birch and aspen, emptied and beautiful...
...little more: to lose...
...Snail into your coats and skin and relearn silence from the banks of the river where water sheets like metal...
Vol. 124 • February 1997 • No. 3
