by Ruth Carlin

I can’t believe new peonies

are proudly butting up their heads

again, so tightly wrapped in leaves

fresh maroon and feathered red.

Amazing how they moistly shoot

through last year’s parched and empty stems

determined in their fresh salute

to lure out spring in me again.

I like this moment most, before

the luscious petals bare themselves:

magenta, fuchsia, pinks and more

I just can’t bear to say farewell to.