The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart, like turnips I planted last summer, old seed that I threw on the ground. I watered and watered and a few sprouted, needing protection from slugs. I left them in the fall. Their winter was hard and had snow, while I traveled across country, then across continents into Africa, to tropical landscapes and 12 foot kale.

I forgot about my garden back home, my newly planted asparagus, lingonberry bushes, shallots, garlic and those old turnip seeds. Forgot about my hopes that a winter garden was possible.

In March my husband returned home without me (he doesn’t go overseas). He got the urge to work in the garden. His call to me, “Is this a vegetable or a weed?” It was my turnip.


dVerse prompt flash nonfiction in 144 words or less using the quote in italics by Valsa George from Winged Words


When the Garden Speaks

Tomato said, “I will speak for the life of the sauce that finds me squashed or diced and sometimes whole.

Fig said, “I will speak for the jam that sweetens my flavor in a delightful spread on biscuit.

Onion said, “I belong in every garden, in every dish and in your tears.


NaPoWriMo Day 20 prompt to write a poem that anthropomorphizes food.

When the Garden Speaks

Come Into the Garden


into the garden

at dawn


dew dries

from the dragonfly


as the sun


through cedars

to glow

on the rippled

waters of pond


with trowel and seed


to last all day

pluck a weed

don’t forget

to feed

hungry peonies


NaPoWriMo Day 19 prompt to write a command poem. This is my garden commanding me to get to work.

Come Into the Garden


I want to know what makes a flower bloom

My tulips look like I planted upside down

Iris are all green with lanky stalk

Lilies look so small and disarrayed

Is it the lack of nutrients in the soil

Or winter’s low shading of the sun

My pear tree must have flower to fruit

Without blooms peas and beans retreat

Do not waste away another day

It’s time to fertilize fertilize fertilize

Come alive


NaPoWriMo Day 16 prompt to write a curtal sonnet.



I thought it was Spring

but things are not always what they seem

last night it snowed

wind whipped over my rose

will the buds survive

as weather drops below twenty five


dVerse prompt on proverb or adage. “Things are not always what they seem” from Aesop’s Fables Bee-keeper and the Bees. I thought we were having an early Spring here in the NW. Not so.