The Onions Are Sprouting!

The onions are sprouting

Thus hope usurps doubting

Where we feared perhaps spring would lose her fair way

Where landscapes are pillowed

With white-capes soft billowed

Like waves made of marshmallow crème and star-fray

High-ho merry maiden

With pots and pans laden

With fresh-chopped ingredients ready for soup

Soon fresh garden salad

Will tickle the palate

Soon all this white mayhem will melt underfoot

Then sing without sorrow

In some soon tomorrow

The field’s frozen furrow will turn like a page

The seed in the packet

Will spill from its jacket

The bloom in the bud will break free of its cage

The onions are sprouting

This humble gourd shouting

From dark cellar corners of bright sunny hours

Then grin at this hinter

Teasing Old Man Winter

With tender green tendrils; the prelude to flowers

© Janet Martin

Thursday-what's-for-Supper was loosely based on this recipe...

(I added black beans, fresh veggies, soy sauce and omitted one can of soup) 

 Last night's supper left-overs are perfect for today's savoury snow-day soup!