Serviceberries they are also called, and the tree is known also as the shadbush.
Above her ruddy head a shadbush bends itself, russet and white like her own woods-dress.
It is all gray boulder and brown, with a film of pale green over all, touched here and there by the dreamy white of the shadbush.
At the sign of the shadbush the doors of my springtime swing wide open.
Oh, yes, spring comes before the shadbush opens, but it is likely not to stay.
At the sign of the shadbush the doors of my memory, too, swing wide open, and I am a boy again in the meadows of my old home.
The shadbush grows in wet places and its fruit is smaller and on shorter stems.
You may wake up and find it snowing—until the shadbush opens.
At the sign of the shadbush how swiftly the tides of life begin to rise!