Peonies at DuskWhite peonies blooming along the porchsend out lightwhile the rest of the yard grows dim.Outrageous flowers as big as humanheads! They’re staggeredby their own luxuriance: I hadto prop them up with stakes and twine.The moist air intensifies their scent,and the moon moves around the barnto find out what it’s coming from.In the darkening June eveningI draw a blossom near, and bending closesearch it as a woman searchesa loved one’s face.--Jane Kenyon
Love this Kenyon. Thank you.
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