You burst into bloom like a sudden flash of illumination, elixir of spring.

Quick, I must paint you! Explore your myriad shades of pink, frame you in silver, make you immortal.

Quick, I must write of your furled blossoms and fragrance! Glorious haiku bright with promise – April’s shyness, May’s delight.

Even now, amid happy bees and floating butterflies, gentle spring hurtles toward blazing summer, and these soft sunlit days are fleeting.

Even now, the light changes. You’re different – fading, withering.
Even now as I hold spring in my hands, you’re gone – too soon, too soon.


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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
2 years ago

When I saw the picture of your peony, the first thing that came to my mind is a pink rose. But oh no, I was wrong peony and rose are not the same. Thank you for this entry, Julie, it educates me. Also, I love your description especially the last two lines, it is something that amazed me and remains in my mind – “Even now, the light changes. You’re different –… Read more »

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
Reply to  Julie Harris
2 years ago

You’re welcome, Julie.

Marianna Pieterse
Marianna Pieterse(@marianna-pieterse)
2 years ago

This is beautiful, Julie! This made me think that the life of an artist isn’t always easy, trying to capture special memories on canvas or in literature before it fades.

Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
2 years ago

How lovely Julie, you’ve captured the emotions of the loving gardener so well. I have similar feelings when photographing insects. They change from one form to another so quickly. ‘And there it was, gone’ is a very regular saying in our house ?

Last edited 2 years ago by Carrie OLeary
Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
2 years ago

Just think Julie, if there was a Southern Peony, it might last just that little bit longer. But don’t you think the beauty of the flower can sometimes be measured by/in its short life? I can say no better that what Lotchie has said, a beautiful poem too.

Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 year ago

At the same time, Julie, your story is poetic and philosophical; about beauty and sadness. Everything that is living is constantly changing, going from birth to death, from spring, via summer, to fall and winter. Changes can be exciting when you anticipate something and sad when you want to hold on. Here in Colombia, with summer year round, I often miss nature’s changes, and wonder how trees and other plants know when… Read more »

Daisy Blacklock
Daisy Blacklock(@daisy-blacklock)
1 year ago

It is a shame that the beauties of these flowers don’t last very long. The final part when you wrote ‘too soon, too soon’ is so true.

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