Spring is busting out all over the place! I think we've finally turned a corner around here. The skies are a bright grey with tinges of blue rather than a dull flat grey and then there are the stretches of gloriously sunny weather and of course, blossoms and flowers budding and blooming everywhere. All this life surging forth can't help but make me feel that this is what Lee speaks of when he writes "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." A perfect time to celebrate new life, resurrection, and restoration. Happy Easter!
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.
--Li Young Lee
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