Crunch 'n Munch

A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart. - Thoreau

feet crunch fallen snow

chapped lips sing a blue refrain

winds know blow-by-blow

Author's Note

"I love to wade and flounder through the swamp now, these bitter cold days when the snow lies deep on the ground, and I need travel but little way from the town to get to a Nova Zembla solitude,—to wade through the swamps, all snowed up, untracked by man, into which the fine dry snow is still drifting till it is even with the tops of the water andromeda and halfway up the high blueberry bushes." - Thoreau