Iris
A poem by Christine Vovakes.
March 23, 2009
One blue iris
struggles up
out of dozens planted
years ago,
a survivor of rodents, rime,
neglected soil.
Its petals open
like a pocket watch
to tell spring by.
A poem by Christine Vovakes.
One blue iris
struggles up
out of dozens planted
years ago,
a survivor of rodents, rime,
neglected soil.
Its petals open
like a pocket watch
to tell spring by.