Winter Turnips

I furrow the ground for a few words,
turning them up like turnips
plumb and round and white from the dark,
waiting for this moment
of cool air and green leaves
awakening into light,
to rise with desire
and be food for the soul
in the last days of winter.




Artwork by Marco Menato

Artwork by Marco Menato


7 Responses to “Winter Turnips”

  1. Pichay says:

    yes, Don, and we shall see what “turns up” out of the chaos of creative process. Thank you. And thanks to the artist for his dynamic creation.

  2. Dorian Black says:

    Thank you, Don. Interesting image of poetic process. In return, here is one of mine, from late winter:

    The Heart of a Winter Bear

    A great bear of a storm blew in last night.
    I have seen storms would freeze your blood.
    This was not one of them.
    More like a hibernating creature,
    Starving and lean,
    Unable to raise its wasted head
    Against unconquerable spring,
    It shook a load of desperate winter
    Over the westward ranges.
    But here in the shelter of tomorrow we
    Felt only the sullen swish of its wet tail.

    I think the heart of a winter bear
    Beats bravely in us all,
    Forcing us from the comfortable cave
    To make a choice.
    That choice is made by night
    And blazoned forth in day.
    We can embrace the inevitable melt
    And grow in morphic grandeur
    To an astonished opening of bliss.
    Or we can growl and grovel
    In a fantastic lean and hungry loathing.
    It is a choice of courage —
    Courage is the great bear’s heart —
    Courage to rebel or courage to receive,
    Courage to die or live.

    Spring will not lose the battle.

    — Dorian, 4/17/2016

  3. Elizabeth Nunn says:

    Soft Spring has come at last to our home. With it comes that which was planted in Autumn, nurtured during Winter, and ripe for the harvest of awareness in my life. Oh my, such a harvest. So, I take a deep breath and handle each one in turn.
    After all, they are what I planted.

  4. Bill Dare says:

    Brilliant, Brother… lights my day…

  5. Maria Frid says:

    Thank you Don, you invoke a simple but powerful image. Dust off the dirt and reveal the genuine.

  6. David Banner says:

    Don…..awaiting the muse….cannot be hurried….(smile)

  7. Jack says:

    I have to say, I don’t like turnips, but I do like this little poem……

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