by Tamika Hughes
How a peach preserved
then tasted in Winter
instantly reminds us of Summer,
all the sweeter on tongues that still remember
warm juices from peaches
picked fresh in an August steam heat,
that’s the magic I seek
when I dream of Fall, long for
tender apples, crisp days,
when the taste of things slow grown,
slow picked, slower prepared
awaken memories of how we’ve changed,
season after season,
when yellow, red, orange flames drift
down to the ground,
daring to be stomped out,
layering the path with vivid reminders
of how the surrounding trees once
clung to one another, leaves intertwined,
of how secrets, once so tightly kept,
will soon be exposed through bare limbs,
of how even the trees must let go of precious things,
become vulnerable, make room for growth,
their fallen leaves, casualties of our journey
around the sun, setting
the stage for that time of reflection,
when things once green become dormant,
hide under blankets of snow,
when we’ll seek warmth indoors,
nibble and sip things minty,
light the spark inside
that, come Spring,
will lead us out of Winter’s dark,
nourish the seeds we’ll plant,
dream of the fruits they’ll bear,
begin to taste the bittersweet.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tamika Hughes (she/her) is a poet and product manager born and raised in Philadelphia. Since childhood she has been writing poetry and observing nature to find new ways to interpret the world and her place in it. From running or hiking in the Pennypack and Wissahickon park systems to kayaking in Lake Galena and Neshaminy Creek comes a love for witnessing nature and its changes through the seasons.
Mirroring her professional work to discover problems, implement solutions, and learn throughout the process, Tamika writes poetry to record that witnessing of nature and the learnings that inspire her personal growth.