Fresh peaches are for sunny days
When heat sweats all your time away,
And the juicy nectar fills your soul.
It rolls unbidden down your chin,
Embarrasses you as you drool
And wipe your grin away,
And you can't help yourself.

Peach jam is for a winter morn
Before the anxieties are born for the day.
The sugar added to the pulp
Feeds your brain a much needed shot
Of glucose,
So you can remember,
The earth still turns,
The revolution around the burning sun
Is still going on,
Even in December,
And soon, the sunny days will return,
And fresh peaches,
And you can't help yourself.

-jenn