Friday, June 7, 2013

FF55, I never cut flowers,

Yet maybe they will forgive
 me for my selfishness-

From subtle folds of bounty's reach
my peony's are blessing me

with a scent so rich
It glides as far

as roses can on butcher block,

from yellow kitchen to the dining
room they clasp their hands

and seal my mood
into velvet peace and gratitude


                                               



                                               

                                             





12 comments:

G-Man said...

Izzy Dearest....
What a soothing post. I posted some pics of my Peonies just yesterday. But YOU? You bring them to life.
Loved your Nature Adoring 55
Thanks for being such a big fan of Mother Earth, thanks for your support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Brian Miller said...

nice...was just commenting elsewhere on the beauty of their peonies...and how i could smell them even just by looking at the picture...yes, they do have a wonderful scent...nice bit of peace...

Margaret said...

peonies are gorgeous. I feel guilty when I clip and cut - Love this poem's beginning. Just keep the water fresh and snip the bottom stems every other day and they should last a long time. Gives them enough time to forgive you :)

hedgewitch said...

This reminds me of something my husband says about horses--"We made a deal--I don't ride them, and they don't ride me." The flowers certainly give us more on the stem, sometimes, than in the vase. Great 55, izzy.

Vanessa V Kilmer said...

I prefer flowers in their natural state myself and peonies are so awesomely rich.

Flash 55 - Revenge by Chance

TALON said...

Izzy, to me, peonies are the ballerinas of the garden. I love them and their sweet scent. Mine are just bursting forth (the daisies in my pic are in a field near my house - they seem to erupt much much earlier than the ones in my garden).

Loved your sweet 55!

Alice Audrey said...

I'm sure the flowers bless you for not cutting them. Frankly, given half a chance they like to go to seed.

Steve E said...

Izzy, what can I say? Except...these words are YOU, YOU, YOU! A lover of all things created, your life and writing reflect that of one at peace with herself. (Mostly?--grin!)

I call this BLATANT UNSELFISHNESS!

Ming Seiko said...

My garden would grow wild. I'm very lazy with plants.

Other Mary said...

Oh, roses on a butcher block is quite an image!

KB said...

Don't cut flowers myself, prefer seeing them in the garden.

Mama Zen said...

This is lovely!