Winter Frost

The silver ferns unfold their fronds.

There is no copper in the bronze

With which the garden hill's embossed.

In this white jungle of the frost,

This metal forest, you can see

Precisions of the sudden tree,

Whose seed sown in the earth of air,

Found April and found August there

Without duration. Winter's loins

And incandescent ardor joins

Conception, birth, maturity,

In the same instant in this tree;

As if from spring in one green stroke

Burst acorn and the centuried oak.