Thursday, June 14, 2012

Peony Passion


Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers


with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eargerness,
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?

From the poem:  Peonies
By:  Mary Oliver


10 comments:

  1. It's stunning! If you take a peony in your hands then you feel its tenderness.

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    1. I agree, Nadezda, they seem to melt away into a puddle of petals!

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  2. You have done a lovely job capturing these gorgeous flowers!

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    1. Thanks, Tammy, they are in bloom for such a short while, that you really have to rush out to catch them while you can :)

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  3. Stunning shots of the gorgeous flowers.
    I'm still waiting for mine to bloom.

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    1. Great! I get to enjoy your photos after my peonies are all gone :)

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  4. Truly incredible photography and perfect prose. I love peonies but ended up giving most of my plants away. My garden was just too dry and shady. But I do have one Sarah Bernhardt and I love it. I look forward to its blooms all winter.

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    1. I feel so sad that you had to give your peony plants away :( but at least you kept one to cherish!

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  5. hello there! You poetry with the pics are very special. I react this way when a particular night blooming cactus opens until dawn. I run out in the morning just before the flowers close up. Hope you are well. I'm home now again. Vacation went by too quickly:)

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    1. Your description of catching a cactus in bloom just went on my must-do list, sounds so exotic! Glad you had a chance to get away and I agree, vacations always go by too quickly.

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Thank you so much for your kind words :)

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