Hoofs of Pegasus

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>FEBRUARY</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span>LL the rhythms of life are slow</span> <span class="i0">All the streams are choked with snow,</span> <span class="i0">Evening skies are pale,</span> <span class="i0">The very stars are still,</span> <span class="i0">On the long slope of the hill</span> <span class="i0">Woodsmoke weaves a pattern frail.</span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">No cloak, no pretense here;</span> <span class="i0">The earth is clean as a naked spear,</span> <span class="i0">Beauty is stripped bare;</span> <span class="i0">But she will stoop as winter lingers</span> <span class="i0">To pluck arbutus with expectant fingers,</span> <span class="i0">And weave the cold sweet blossoms in her hair.</span></div> </div></div> <hr class="chap" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />