the east or the west, not from the skies of promise, but from the sand at the edge of a dwindling snow-drift, up from the earth it came. Up to the light of the golden sun in a warm blue sky, raised and gazed a golden star in a warm blue bowl — the Sun-god flower, the Sand-hill bloom.
It sprang, and it spread like a fire on the plains, and it heaved and it drifted like opal snow — like lilacs all sprinkled with golden dust.
And this is the Sand-bloom born of the Spring; this is the Spring-bloom born of the Sand. This is the darling the heralds announced; and Spring is on Chaska-water.