Sage In Bloom

There is a time,
Earth lifts her gloom.
And the grey of sage,
Comes out in bloom.

All things renew,
No more the tomb.
Fresh earth awakes,
With sage in bloom.

Grasses come forth,
Decked in their plume.
Of bright leaves flowing,
And sage in bloom.

Over on the hillside,
Pushing out for room.
All things are beautiful,
When sage is in bloom.

Sifting o'er the valley,
With sweet perfume.
Ever softly on the breeze,
With sage in bloom.

E.P. 1908-1989