half of the petals
are open, but the rest,
have yet to bloom
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Peonies don’t last long, and their weight drags them toward the earth, but the glory of their middle age is a sight to behold. We should feel the same about our lives, if we are lucky enough to reach feel the sun shining on us.
19 thoughts on “Middle Aged”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
I was there, once! Beauty fades, but the essence remains.
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Inner beauty doesn’t fade. 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A WISE WAY TO LOOK AT MIDDLE AGE!
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🙂 Trying to focus on the positive.
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Amen, You do it so well! ❤
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Gorgeous poem and image Brenda–wish they lasted a bit longer.
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Yes, they are already brown and droopy. But their heyday is not to be missed.
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I love this one. So true – and thank you.
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We still have a lot to do, and might as well enjoy doing it. 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thanks!
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Wonderful! ❤
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Thanks! 🙂
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I enjoyed watching the ants crawl all over the flower fists yesterday…today they may be open and ready to spread their magic!
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The ants are a real downer, but the blooms are so splendid.
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What a provocative way of looking at middle age! Thanks.
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Why shouldn’t we view it as a time of gorgeous beauty? Wisdom, success and time are still on our side.
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Ooh, love this metaphor!
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🙂
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