Turning Point

 

There’s a point where you set your course
   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

Dick Russell

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