Richer than he knows.

To what releif the garden bares, each season richer than he knows ,
for quarter ways before the winter blues, lakes within stillness, and covered snow.

Proprietor of a language within the roots of underneath,  the slang of vice, it turned to ice, and the landings found in echoed peace.

The strength to speak below the tide
In correspondence between their roots, and there you'll find, a certain kind, of garden bearing shoots. 

Never mind the seasons turn, and light shall not beg but always stay, as language of the garden flowers, rise comprised of what they sow, and say.