The iris in the corner of my yard are out. I’d been watching them from my desk. Saturday morning they seemed still very tight. Sunday afternoon several of them were waving their flags.

Here are some thoughts on how important such transient beauty is in the scope of our daily lives. Thanks to a Two Sylvias Press prompt last year on “love and beauty in a terrible world.”
Balancing Act
The blue iris and the white,
white alyssum and purple mat
bloom in sandy spring winds.
Sitting beside you makes even
the building with one wall gone
bearable, though I get up to season
our thick bean soup to unsee
children carried on stretchers
after yesterday’s bombing.
We have news, a mute button,
an off switch. And a camera
to record the short-lived iris blooms.
Purple mat is a small flower which, this year, is here, there and everywhere in my yard, after some years of scarcity.
The iris came with the house. That is, a few flat leaves showed up in unexpected places. I’ve transplanted and fed them. They seem to like being against the wall. They take much more work than native flowers, and don’t last as long, but they were an accidental gift, so I keep caring for them.
No, these are not the same poppies I’ve shown before. It’s a good year for them, they keep appearing in new spots.
I tried to plant something else for the winter in this pot. It didn’t make it. These violas don’t care whether it is winter or spring.




