Winter Wasteland

under the dank pond, 
below its winter wasteland, 
slumber turtles 

Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: At the toes of trees, sunk into cold mud, turtles hibernate away the winter, breathing through their bums. Really. Their bums. Now does your life sound as bad in comparison? 🙂

No matter how bare and empty the landscape, life is there, impatient for its moment in the sun. I find magic in that. 

And in honor of “wasteland,” an image that came to me when I was standing on a path, enjoying the weak winter sunshine, looking at the vast, icy pond, an ode to a month fast approaching:

April is the cruellest month, breeding 
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 
Memory and desire, stirring 
Dull roots with spring rain. 
–The first four lines of T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land

14 thoughts on “Winter Wasteland

  1. I’m hopeful but March isn’t over and I’m expecting one more big snow storm. We’ve had the most amazing weather for March and I can’t help but think that Mother Nature has one more big surprise up her sleeve.

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