Erica Jong - New England Winter lyrics

Testing the soul's mettle, the frost heaves holes in the roads to the heart, the gla** forest raises up its branches to praise all things that catch the light then melt. The forest floor is white, but here & there a boulder rises with its glacial arrogance & brooks that bubble under the sheets of ice remind us that the tundra of the soul will soften just a little towards the spring.