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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