Peaches

Sometimes, when the state of the world gets me down, and I want to strangle the internet with my own two hands, I read poetry.

It’s a balm to my soul, and it lowers my blood pressure as well.

In honor of the delicious summer fruits from this week’s farmer’s market, here is my favorite ode to summer:

From Blossoms

From blossoms comes

this brown paper bag of peaches

we bought from the boy

at the bend in the road where we turned toward

signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,

from sweet fellowship in the bins,

comes nectar at the roadside, succulent

peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,

comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,

to carry within us an orchard, to eat

not only the skin, but the shade,

not only the sugar, but the days, to hold

the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into

the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live

as if death were nowhere

in the background; from joy

to joy to joy, from wing to wing,

from blossom to blossom to

impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

– Li-Young Lee

Ahhhhh, I can breathe again. Thanks poetry.

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  • Pat

    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

  • http://coppertopkitchen.blogspot.com Elizabeth @ Coppertop Kitchen

    LOVE. Peaches deserve poetry. :-)