Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
False Spring
It is warm
For December.
Too warm
With no snow
Or ice
And little frost.
Trees in the holler
Are budding
Fooled by
A cruel nature
Into thinking
Spring.
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