red flowered hedge plant

An old, blind bard’s songs told us how
peonies healed an ancient god’s wounds,
but even a blind, old guy’s lyre
can please you with a use­less song.
My moth­er just loved their love­li­ness,
said they were like pup­py dogs
hold­ing their heads up to smell and touch.

Peonies grow like bar­rel-mak­ers,
cap­tur­ing emp­ty holes of cos­mos
which fill with rain;
they tip their bloom-bar­rels of water
to the earth from which they came,
bow­ing their heads,
grow­ing in gratitude.

  • Bernard Fraley

    Winchester native Bernard Fraley has worn many hats, includ­ing author, pho­tog­ra­ph­er, painter, poet, reporter, news­pa­per edi­tor, and more. Find some of his books on Amazon.