Blossom to Nectar
To find off road surprises
Happens far too seldom.
But…
When from hands relieving heavy nectarine boughs,
From mellifluous comradery in the sorting
Comes fragrant nectar of a roadside fruit stand.
We swallow down
Knowing off-road rest stop shade
Includes the friendly summer dust
Surfing atop our
Nectarine appetence.
My…
What a joy to take what we love inside,
To carry with us the genesis blossom
Begetting the orchard of goodness.
From succulent bites
To love imbued juice venturing forth
From the gladness of succulent harvests,
We grin with contentment and gratefulness.
Such…
Comes from the joy of “discovery” days,
The interludes of life that offer smiles
As if death were nowhere to be found.
How selfless…
The willingness of sunshine’s delight,
Giving freely of its essence,
Empowering simple realms of nature
To share freely such jubilant and utmost bliss.
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I'm reminded of 1966 in early September when we arrived to Eugene in the Willamette Valley where some family friends of my grandmother had relocated in retirement. The whole valley was abundant with harvesting crops. But the most shocking to me was the roadside boysenberries that were so abundant that the roadsides were black with them! One quick stop for a moment, cross the ditch and grab a few handfuls to fill a bowl in less than 2 minutes that would be most welcome as a desert or the breakfast table. So sweet and succulent with the sun's blessing.
Ron
Certain lines stand out: "To carry within us the genesis blossom, begetting the orchid of goodness."
And: "the interludes of life that offers smiles."
Not to mention the sweeping final stanza. Stunning how simple n.ature can be profound