Turning Point
There’s a point where you set your course
with a compass rose and turn a corner
with a compass rose and turn a corner
reach for a long last leg of your
journey
hoping a favorable wind will blow
you’ll make it through winter into
spring
then succumb to sudden frost snow
falling
on daffodil stems succulent still
though chilled erect while drooping
wet
you’ll come ashore in time for
cherries
strawberries blueberries beans
when winter’s
done summer will come
even though a blizzard
blow and sudden snow