I searched for a poem using the keyword “petals” to post with this flower photo today.  The one posted below that I stumbled over is really great.  Each time I read it, I gain a little more insight into it’s meaning.  Read it now, more than once even, then come back later and read it again.  I think you’ll like it too.  Feel free to share your thoughts on what you think the author was thinking when she wrote this lovely poem.  

The photo is of course a lovely fat peony, full of pretty pink petals.  I shot it earlier this spring.   afs


Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.
Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
              ~ Amy Lowell