Peach Season

Peach Season

Roadside stand in late August
Paper napkin, juice on your thumb
Sun sits low behind the orchard
We both know the cold will come
You pick one soft enough to bruise
Say the best ones never travel well
I bite in, let it run down my wrist
Nothing packaged tastes like this

Some things are sweet
Because they don't stay

Peach Season, don't save it for later
Peach Season, let the good get on your fingers
Some sweetness only keeps if you live it now
Peach Season, bite before it's gone

Peach Season
Peach Season

Last weekend, CLOSED sign hanging
Farmer sells the final crate
You buy more food than we can finish
I say we always do that late
Back at home the fruit goes softer
Kitchen smells like summer heat
We eat standing over the sink
Laughing at the mess we keep

I spent years trying to preserve
Every perfect thing I found
Some sweetness only keeps if you eat it now
Juice on that paper napkin kept the truth

Peach Season, last light on your face
Peach Season, nothing needs to stay
Some sweetness only keeps if you live it now
Peach Season, I know how

Peach Season