"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sewanee Sings Peonies
Sewanee's peonies -- white and pink balls of lace -- lounge in dark leafy clumps along street corners, above the wall at the post office parking lot, in tended gardens, in Abbo's Alley. Mary Oliver calls their buds "fists . . . stroke[d]" by the sun's "old, buttery fingers." Now those fists burst into beautiful puffs of color proclaiming spring.
Oh, the peonies and their exuberant "recklessness."
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