Each spring, the peony bush sits quietly in a dark bed of soil waiting for its lush foliage to spread. Amidst the noise of garden mowers and clanking garden tools, it slowly awakens to springtimes tunes of chirping birds. Morning greetings filter the air as the bright blue sky quickly fills with gushing grayish rain. Soil soaked with nourishing raindrops, watches pollen blankets being washed away. Then, as the rain slows down, peony branches bow in reverence for Mother Nature's gift. Earth fills with the splendor of spring and the peony bush dressed in deep green allows its red buds to slowly open. Perhaps, tomorrow will be the day that the dress rehearsal opens to a springtime showcase.
Dress rehearsal:
though mine
I hesitate to pluck
the peonies
-Baishitsu
As I prepare for a Memorial Day barbecue, I reflect:
in the stillness
Between the arrival of guests,
The peonies.
-Buson
I wonder how long I will have to wait for my peonies to salute spring. Will I ever be able to write of my beautiful peony in the simplistic manner of the 17th-19th century Japanese poets from the Endo period?
what peonies!
one poem per flower
will not do
-Ryumin
Please join me at the hashtag, #SpringSplendorGallery, on Twitter to share your image poems, haikus, nature photos, musical compositions, artwork, and inspirational quotes on the splendor of spring. For those who frequent other social media sites, you can email me your offerings at cvarsalona at gmail.com. Deadline: Thursday, June 13, 2019.
Do you have:
half a mind
to dress up and bow down
to the peony
-Shiki
or bow down to the beauty of spring?
for peony blossom viewing
a spring look is fine
and rosé wine
(the above haiku was created using Torin's haiku as mentor text)
for peony blossom viewing
a pale kimono is good
and chinese tea
-Torin
for peony blossom viewing
a pale kimono is good
and chinese tea
-Torin
2016 Peony Surprise
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Now I'm off to post this invitation to Poetry Friday's host, Dani Burtsfield. Dani has a beautiful golden shovel poem to share.
