From blossoms comes

this brown paper bag of peaches

we bought from the box

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, 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, from wing to wing

from blossom to blossom to

impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

“From Blossoms” by Li-Young Lee

~ by Stephanie on 08/17/2010.

2 Responses to “A.Late(summer).Sweetness”

  1. Oh,beauty. I can taste them now.

  2. Gorgeous photo and poem — thanks for posting!

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