What an amazing month for flowers! They are everywhere. Knockout roses, wild purple salvia, native Louisiana iris. I even say a few poppies in a neutral ground. Jasmine is blooming sending fragrance through the windows. I am finding hope and poetry in the flowers this month. Today I want to offer two poems about flowers. I hope you are watching flowers blooming in your part of the world. Small daily miracles.
Iris in a Glass Vase
If you want to know hope
Margaret Simon, draft written to my own prompt on Ethical ELA
as the deepest thing,
look at each flower blossom.
The iris yellow eyes like little candlelight
wrapped in a purple gown.
Nature plants seeds for us
to notice new life
to believe that God wants
us to rise up and wink at the sun,
to hear the sounds of birds
as they shout out loud,
We are here!
We are here!
We are here!
This next one is after Clint Smith as prompted on Ethical ELA. Pop over to see many wonderful poems.
Today I will write
a poem
about a small white flower
opening
overnight
to burst into fragrant song–
Jasmine climbs boldly
over a picket fence
persisting to be here
in a place where no one cries,
innocently hidden from view.
The scent of it
opens
over spring breeze
announcing its place
in the family of things.*
*from Mary Oliver Wild Geese
Poems as beautiful as flowers!
Just gorgeous! Up here it’s definitely spring, but not quiet as many blooms yet…We definitely get our sunny daffodils, crocus, and tulips—all differently lovely and so, so welcome! But your poems create images I love and will see soon here!
Love the iris poem. It will be awhile before we see iris so it was great to see yours blooming.
Both poems are lovely. There’s much to stir poetry in springtime, isn’t there!? I picked up some iris at the store today while I was gallivanting around in full-on vacation mode. Things are just starting to bloom here and I’m happy to sit back and enjoy the show. 🙂 I’ll look forward to reading about what flower sparks your next poem. Happy Spring!
Margaret, finding hope and poetry in the flowers this month is a beautiful thought. Spring flowers are unfolding in my garden as a gift from above. I am in awe of the surprise.
These lines below are like a morning prayer.
Nature plants seeds for us
to notice new life
to believe that God wants
us to rise up and wink at the sun,