I want to die like a Peony.

Quietly,

with no sadness or tears,

with a final burst of color,

and pride,

defiantly beautiful from

beginning to end,

right up to

hard frost that ends

one kind of life, and

begins another.

Without knowing

hate, or envy,

or greed

just pride,

and dignity.

She danced every

day of her life,

right up to the end.

Her color is her goodbye,

no mourning or lament.

Shoe me how, please.