Photos: Poem - Peonies

Photo by Wayne Pridemore

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 the black ants climb over them.

--Mary Oliver

Photo by Wayne Pridemore