Jacks River in Winter: A Poem

Jacks River in Winter: A Poem

Spring begins today at 5:58 P.M. eastern time. We say goodbye to the season of snow and frost with a winter poem.


Jacks River in Winter

By Casey LeFrance

So many steep steps huffing up Cohutta,

the price of splendid isolation to borrow

from Zevon.  Momma says it might be

her last winter with us, and the trout don't want

nothing to do with corn or powerbait.  These aren't

Joyce Kilmer trees, but they're tall enough.

Pine sap sticky fingers give my sweaty hand a grip

on this crooked walking stick and this twisted road of life.