Iris

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.

Christine Vovakes

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...