In May, the purple Iris
sings in the wind
giving hope to passersby and
connecting with the sun's luminous spirituality.
The world is fresh and
every living thing
stands at attention
in the softness of
spring.
In May, the Iris reigns
queen.
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Iris & Ice
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In January, Ice hangs in the
air
and storms spill lines of liquid crystal on tree branches
and
brown blades of winter grass.
The beauty of the morning
after
is experienced within the
arch of
a fairy’s
fantasy.
We tiptoe through January with care and silent respect.
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In May, the Ice is here --
hanging in the sky. We cannot experience Ice until conditions
are right. No doubt, however, that it
is here. |
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In January, the Iris
is here – a germinating presence.
We cannot see or feel its underneath energy
No doubt, however, that it is here
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Season’s Greetings in the
glory of this day
the day of an entirely new
life |
born in the balance of this
right moment
. . . in
the awesome presence of Iris and Ice.
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