in plain air 155
Home again! I write my friend,
And at such a time as this --
To be driven home and see
On the way people's fruit trees
Bright with blossoms in back yards;
And on the hills above town
New green from the recent rains
After a dry winter; that
Was a piece of good timing
I tell you; and once at home
Green fresh outside the windows.
Still, what the wan spirit knows,
After its late adventures,
Is a world surrounding it
As nicely put together,
And frail, as the seed crown of
A dandelion; and I walk,
Gaining strength, the grassy hills
Through the wildfl owers, little
Fire shapes in the green, fading
Here and there with the approach
Of summer, and its routines.