A peony's time on this Earth is much too short.
Their buds are huge, each one about an inch
in diameter, a hard pink or white ball
atop a dark green stem.
Once they bloom the flower is
much too heavy for the stalk,
with all the flowers leaning down
to the ground.
Someone or something walks by --
Kablooey! The flowers get jarred,
the petals are shook loose,
flying Spoosh! into the air,
and end up Splat! in an untidy pile,
looking like they had a brawl.
The delicate color fades into the hot
light of the sun and its lovely scent,
like the remembering of a kiss,
drifts away into the imagination.