The pink Peony

a Pink Peony

graceful and lovely

delicate pure of trade

the third week in April

a delicious blue sky

then one of those winds

No one wants  to try

to slug it out actually

despite the hot sun

with all of your petals

coming undone

Those weeks preparing

the glue on each layer

it challenges gravity

the effort we made

a true endeavour

the damndest you tried

to keep it together

pioneering inside

and then  it got windier

the petals became

looser undressed

how could you claim

a fine demeanour

expressing such joy

tresses of  satins

all part of the ploy

its really demanding

seething inside

that big undertaking

that extraordinary pride

Blown every which way

tousled each thread

maintaining ones honour

but feeling the dread

the pinkest of peony’s

solitary

facing the wrath

but wanting to be

as pretty as ever

truly sublime

a picture of loveliness

goddess divine.