Snow, and low-swept evergreens;
And soil heavy with rain,
Where grey-pronged orchard trees,
Shivering, bloom again.
Crusted clay and russet leaf,
Loam, and a flowering bush;
And dust, with sturdy weeds
Matted in the underbrush.
As each day zigzags into night,
And life keeps circling by
Overhead, in ageless blue,
Endures the sky.