Monday, March 8, 2010

Thoughts on an iris

News of Robin’s death.
First iris– progeny of my parents’ irises – blooms,
is snipped, and put in the empty
pear preserves jar – the kind my father loved.
Life persists; cycles cycle.
A rainy day starts in Central Texas.
My gratitude for life is boundless.


  1. A rainy day in New Mexico too, but no irises yet. Beautiful, heartbreaking, poem.

  2. Was looking for info about caterpillar larvae and found your page. What a beautiful and sad poem, Thank you for sharing it.
    All the best to you-