Wild and Perfect for a Moment

The fragrance of peonies is delicious and intoxicating. Painting these filled the studio with a scent that floated me back in time to my grandmother’s garden. The title of this painting came from Mary Oliver’s poem ‘Peonies’.

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Wild and Perfect for a Moment ©Flora Doehler 2018,  18″ x 24″ $750

Peonies

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart?as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open —
pools of lace, white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away

to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,

the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding

all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,

blazing open.
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,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are?
nothing, forever?

from New And Selected Poems by Mary Oliver
(c) Mary Oliver

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