Monday, January 27, 2014

Winter Sleep


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, Orchard Trees, January 
 

 January, (winter sleep) oil on canvas, 40x48in, diptych
copyright Jan Yates 2014, available

1 comment:

  1. Great colours and atmosphere. The pathway draws me in. I enjoyed the poem as well.

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