Wednesday, 21 March 2012


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 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 
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.


  1. 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!

  2. Beautiful photos! Love this time of the year! It's so beautiful and inspiring!


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