Peonies

Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers?

Mary Oliver – the poem, ‘Peonies’ – (for the entire poem click on page 2 of this blog post)