Wood Fires: Black Sage
Black Sage
Greasewood trees are always old
And gnarled and twisted, where
They crouch along the hilltop
With ragged limbs in air.
Greasewood leaves are dusty green
And dull and tiny, still
Greasewoods carry cheer enough
To brighten all the hill.
Greasewood bloom is neat and gay,
Life elf-lamps burning high;
Like little yellow candle-wicks
Alight against the sky.
Greasewood trees are always old
And gnarled and twisted, so
They crouch along the hilltop
With ragged limbs bent low.