And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.
We bury our seeds and wait, Winter blocks the road, Flowers are taken prisoner underground, But then green justice tenders a spear
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
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