The Irises
The Irises
Moira arranged
bearded Irises
in the roman vase
and set them
in the living room window.
The forest makes a perfect
backdrop for the huge blooms.
Deep royal purple of ancient wine
crushed in warm summer valleys.
White, sparkling against the
patch work green, of oak and ash,
a sun god’s gift of purest gold.
Strawberries and cream almost
melting on the glass.
Dancing and nodding like
butterflies in the humid air.
It calms, reminds that the smallest
gesture can renew heart. Vincent
would be proud.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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