Let’s begin this summer weekend a little early! This Something Wonderful offering comes to us via my wonderful friend and poet Tara Moyle, who shared at a workshop she taught:
Peonies at Dusk by Jane Kenyon
White peonies blooming along the porch
send out light
while the rest of the yard grows dim.
Outrageous flowers as big as human
heads! They’re staggered
by their own luxuriance: I had
to prop them up with stakes and twine.
The moist air intensifies their scent,
and the moon moves around the barn
to find out what it’s coming from.
In the darkening June evening
I draw a blossom near, and bending close
search it as a woman searches
a loved one’s face.
from Constance, 1993
Have a long and lovely weekend. Write on!
Thanks for posting this Karin! Jane Kenyon was a true treasure.