Portrait Of The Iris

a stately classic
who often surprises
with her sly insouciance

Just After The Sun Rose

a fairy
flew by
trailing magic


in stone
and petaled forms
a nobility of beauty

The Curvature Of Color

shifted and changed
as they traversed the iris’s curves

In This Liminal Time

each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger

Between The Tulips And The Iris

tiny explosion
a potency
of blue

Directions Home

at the fence end
the birdhouse’s front yard
a round of iris pods

The Same And Different

claiming self