A poem for summer

August heat bakes this earth. All around the Northwest, corn and tomatoes are ripening. Plums are growing fat on their branches. Watermelon, plump and happy, fills produce bins. And peaches flood our mouths with a succulence that has been growing, quietly, since the first breath of spring.

A poem for today, in honor of this time.

"From Blossoms" by Li-Young Lee

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


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Poem ... An Orange Seed

An orange seed … you trust
Will grow into an orange.
You plant it… a tree grows
You are surprised!

You expected an orange
You cope and find good with the tree.
One day an orange appears
You are surprised!

You’d gotten used to settling for just a tree
But… you can allow that the tree
Could out do itself and you
Accept the orange,
(Having forgotten it was your original intent)

The orange stays on the tree
Because you have not partaken of it;
Having forgotten your original desire to
Taste it and it begins to rot and decay.

You are not surprised but saddened,
Because you have come to believe
That life is not abundant
And your fears which you have never forgotten
Have been realized and affirmed…
Nothing good lasts forever.

It does not take you long to recover
And you have clearly decided that
Planting orange seeds is not for you.

It is too painful.
You have participated in creation and
Slept through the demonstration
By not partaking.

You are questing after Eden while you are in it.
Confirming all your illusions.

Offered in Love, Karen Floyd

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