Hard Frost

garden poem, perserverence,

Hard Frost

It’s there, right past the impulse to give up.

It turns apples, small, pocked with holes

into pie and cobbler

breathing spice through the kitchen.

Gathers butternut squash, turnips and beets

using the worst first,

putting the best by.

Picks frost-bitten broccoli plants

as edible bouquets for the cows

to pluck away dark leaves with soft lips before

crunching on the stems, savoring each mouthful.

Salvages the green tomatoes to make fiery curries.

Finds uses for whey left after cheesemaking,

the last bit of honeycomb, the shriveled peppers.

It lies within

the poor harvest, the wilt,

the bad spots, the lean times.

I won’t give up

on you either.


Laura Grace Weldon

first published in The Dirty Napkin

About Laura Grace Weldon

Laura Grace Weldon is the author of "Free Range Learning," a handbook of natural learning and "Tending," a poetry collection. She lives on Bit of Earth Farm where she's a barely useful farm wench. Although she has deadlines to meet she often wanders from the computer to preach hope, snort with laughter, cook subversively, ponder life’s deeper meaning, talk to chickens and cows, sing to bees, hide in books, walk dogs, concoct tinctures, watch foreign films, and make messy art. Blog: lauragraceweldon.com/blog-2/ FB: facebook.com/FreeRangeLearningCommunity FB: facebook.com/SubversiveCooking FB: facebook.com/laura.euphoria Twitter: @earnestdrollery
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