blossom to blossom

 

from blossoms

 

 

from blossoms comes

this brown paper bag of peaches

we bought from the boy

at the bend of the road where we turned toward

signs painted Peaches

 

from laden boughs, from hands,

from sweet fellowship in the bins,

 comes the nectar at the roadside, succulent

peaches we devour, dusty skin and all

comes the familar 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 backgound; from joy 

to joy to joy, from wing to wing

from blossom to blossom to 

impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

 

Li-Young Lee

 

 

 

please join Prescott in honoring the

Granite Mountain Hotshot Crew 

as nineteen heroes lost to us all return home

for the last time.

 

after a long week of community mourning 

we will line the streets of our town

to stand in honor of their light,

courage, devotion, their impossibly generous lives.

 from this heart wrenching procession of  nineteen brave young lives

hearts heavy and silent

we will come home to prepare the perfect place to

plant peach trees in their honor.

so spring will forever be filled with

blossoms in their memory. 

blossom to blossom to impossible blossom,

to sweet impossible blossom.

 

Comments

[Robin aka Gotham Girl]

So touching...

[gemma]

Last week my daughter and I made cobbler from the peaches in her yard. A dwarf peach tree blooms and bears fruit after three years. Peach trees in honor of the lost firefighters. Beautiful.

[Cheryl's Excellent Adventure]

I am with you in spirit. Love the poem and the pictures. I love the taste of peaches off the tree.

[gloria]

In spirit as well Rebecca. Love the poem.

[Deb Taylor]

such a beautiful tribute
thank you for such a heartfelt post

[Laurie Zuckerman]

I agree with everyone that the peach trees will be a forever memorial for all those brave young men. Sounds like your community is even stronger than ever, and I hope one day those peach blossoms will bring joy to your town of Prescott.

[Stephanie]

Thank you for your beautiful words, both yours and Li-Young Lees...we thought of you last night when we saw the procession and the community lining the road.

x...x

[Lea]

I have thought of you and your Prescott this entire week. I have also thought a lot about our time in Mexico and the procession in Pozos... I thought about you as I lay near our river on Saturday... and how life can be gentle in one moment and then so turbulent and how nothing is ever the same... only the love is and the desire to be as present as possible to each and every moment that presents itself, no matter what... may these succulent trees forever feed the hearts and souls of all who pause in their shade and remember... all my love to you sweet Rebecca.

[AS]

lovely peaches and flowers! I love this fruit so much!!!