Turning Point
There’s a point at which you turn a corner
set your course with a compass rose
reach for a long last leg of your journey
hoping a favorable wind will blow
you’ll sail through winter into spring
then succumb to sudden frost snow falling
on daffodil stems succulent still
though chilled erect then drooping wet
you’ll come ashore in time for cherries
strawberries raspberries blueberries beans
rhubarb pie. salad greens, peas more beans
figs, plums, apples for stock, spuds, parsnips, sprouts
when winter’s done summer will come there’s spring
even though a blizzard blow and sudden snow
Dick Russell
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