The Earth Turns South/Ash-Blossom
ASH-BLOSSOM
Muck and mire climb jauntily
Through roots, stems, and calyxes,
Until they laugh forth as blossoms.
Through roots, stems, and calyxes,
Until they laugh forth as blossoms.
I love blossoms;
I love to pack the moist brown tobacco into my pipe
And puff its twinkling glow to the end,
When a fair ash-blossom laughs forth.
I love to pack the moist brown tobacco into my pipe
And puff its twinkling glow to the end,
When a fair ash-blossom laughs forth.
Feathery whirls of grayness,
Delicately and intricately fashioned,—
I knock you eagerly into the wind,
To summon again your fellow
Out of the moist brown tobacco.
Delicately and intricately fashioned,—
I knock you eagerly into the wind,
To summon again your fellow
Out of the moist brown tobacco.