The first of the purple bearded irises begin blooming~ prose poetry

The irises would bloom in twos and threes, while I was sleeping.
I returned home-- after being away, and discovered nine more buds opening.

Many stems boast of two, three, or even four buds, weighing the stems down
to bend in a graceful bowing to the sun, the wind, and the rain.

Usually when they begin to bloom, I stay close to the house and garden,
so as not to miss any new baby buds.

irises awakening
in a cool wet april night..
growing rapidly.....

bursting into song-
'behold each and every flower'----

rising up to touch ..
a partial sun, a light rain,
a groaning wind from the northwest ----
their essence is what I love best

~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18