Pink Peony ~ Portland Farmer's Market
The month of June and Peonies go hand in hand, I thought this would be a wonderful way to celebrate Beverley's Pink Saturday... http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/
Here is a poem, just about Peonies, by the ever wonderful Mary Oliver...
I think of Mary Oliver's poems about flowers and nature in the same way as the late Georgia O'keeffe's flower paintings, rich, lush, sensual, powerful and full of female abundance..
Happy Pink Saturday Everyone..
Love,
Neinah
Peonies - 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,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again ---
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
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 softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?
