(with thanks to Donnalee for the peony buds)
Sitting with the peony
whatever is red in me reddens
and whatever in me is fist
loosens its grip
and whatever was sorrow
finds no mirror
and whatever is grateful
becomes fragrant
and I don’t even think
to remember
it won’t last forever,
all I know is
inside,
sweet nectar.
Love the way you take a cliche and by turning it to the light create something so fresh and new.
Rachel, thank you … can you believe that all these days later the peony buds are just just starting to open … I can hardly wait!!!
It truly is a gift to put words together in such an amazing way. Thank you
Jan, thank you. Here’s to the inner nectar, xoxo