Spring in Winter

Spring is strong and virtuous,

Broad-sowing, cheerful, plenteous,

Boldly

Quickening underneath the mould

tear of spring

Grains beyond the price of gold.

So deep and large her bounties are,

Deep in

That one broad, long midsummer day

Shall to the planet overpay

from above, so below...

The ravage of a year of war.

moss and mould

Emerson