Blunt, heated purple
cleaving frigid earth; like you,
mounting my winter.
***
Prompt: hope
Walking my garden after the last hard frost, seeing the earth crack in the asparagus bed, knowing the spears will poke up soon, harbingers Spring. Harbingers hope.
Of course, that's the only veggie we're eating now -- up to our eyeballs in roasted lusciousness.
Three more days, three more poems. Peace, Linda
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Asparagus is the wonder of the vegetable world. Hope is exactly what this poem conveys - especially as I look out on snow covered ground. Thanks for sharing some of your spring.
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Mmm... I love asparagus! I don't eat it enough, that's my problem.
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Soup! I must have chilled asparagus soup!
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