The Irises
a poem celebrating the bloom of the iris
The Irises
suddenly, out of no where
their purple heads came up for air
singing opera
royal, a thousand mouths
drinking oxygen
all together a community of color
their violet textured tongues
tasting the invisible realm I thirst for
dive your nostrils into their long throats
smell the fragrance of their royal spring
The irises in the garden seemingly popped up overnight. The abundance of spring has made herself known through all things blooming. I read David White describe recently “Beauty is the harvest of presence”… This has stuck with me as I consider my calling as a poet, human and friend to harvest moments. Inspired by these words, I sat with the irises on a Tuesday at golden hour and attempted presence with them. Like an operatic choir, they sang to me in their silent fragrance. voila, a reading from my garden in France for you
Where have you been harvesting beauty this season?
