Orchard Trees, January

It's not the case, though some might wish it so

Who from a window watch the blizzard blow

White riot through their branches vague and stark,

That they keep snug beneath their pelted bark.

They take affliction in until it jells

To crystal ice between their frozen cells,

And each of them is inwardly a vault

Of jewels rigorous and free of fault,

Unglimpsed until in May it gently bears

A sudden crop of green-pronged solitaires.

~ Richard Wilbur

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January is the quietest month in the garden. ... But just because it looks quiet doesn't mean that nothing is happening. The soil, open to the sky, absorbs the pure rainfall while microorganisms convert tilled-under fodder into usable nutrients for the next crop of plants. The feasting earthworms tunnel along, aerating the soil and preparing it to welcome the seeds and bare roots to come. ~ Rosalie Muller Wright