Today is the first day of spring.
I wander outside in the morning with my tea and for just a moment, before the day rushes at me I look at the blossom and remember a poem.
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.
Lovely. We have a tree like this overhanging the path on the way to school. We are just waiting for the blossom to start falling so we can pretend it's confetti!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos! Love this time of the year! It's so beautiful and inspiring!
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