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Putting Up Peaches by Merrijane Rice

by Jonathon | 2.07.14


Beside the garden wall where grapevines run,
a peach tree stands, diseased and bent with age.
Her blackened branches reach up to the sun
in daily supplication for her wage.

Each year, I think, must surely be her last,
but faithfulness is undeterred by whims.
So, not content to rest on harvests past,
she bears young fruit on geriatric limbs.

With every spring, new buds and blooms emerge
and swell with promise fed by summer rains.
Though twisted and decrepit, still the surge
of liquid light flows through her ancient veins.

I’ll gather and preserve her living gold
to line my pantry shelves against the cold.

MRice-HeadshotMerrijane is a resident of Kaysville, Utah, where the mountains loom large, the sky is beautiful even when it’s gray, and the geese are always just passing through. She loves nature in a literary sense, often drawing from it to write poetry. But do not even think about trying to take her camping unless there is a structure nearby with functional plumbing.

Image: Vincent van Gogh, De roze perzikboom (The pink peach tree), 1888.

4 Responses to Putting Up Peaches by Merrijane Rice

  1. Merrijane Rice

    I love the artwork you put with this. It’s perfect.

  2. Jonathon

    It’s kind of a talent. :)

    And so is yours. Thanks for blessing the ship with your two lovely sonnets: very much in the spirit of the post-Shakespeare sonneteers, I think. Love, after all, is manifold.

  3. Patricia

    Yes! Loved this. It stocked my head with images.

    I have seen such trees and admired them, thought: I want to be like that.

  4. Sarah Dunster

    My favorite thing about this piece is how you point out that in nature, reproduction continues until the end of life. I like the loving way you treat the subject matter. Honoring her efforts by using the fruit.

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