Lately I've been getting to know the poetry of Mary Oliver. I'm really enjoying what I've found so far.
Today I was very excited to discover she wrote a poem about my favorite flower!
by Mary Oliver
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open--
pools of lace,
white and pink--
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities--
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again--
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
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,
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
From New and Selected Poems (Beacon Press)
And to answer, I would say -- Yes. Yes, I do.
Taking pictures of my flowers before they become "nothing forever" helps ease the loss.
My peonies will be blooming soon!
Peace & Joy,