Promise of iris

Iris is a spring flower.  I often buy them in April.  In this hot steamy weather I had to buy them, even now in July.  They are in the black olive vase, on the dining room sideboard, surrounded by baby*s breath.

I purchased

The promise of iris

In July:

Two bunches of purple iris:

One pale,

One deep,

Both barely unfurled;

One bunch of baby*s breath

In honor of yesterday*s dream.

The iris shows some promise

Today,

The breath holds the space

Between the promise.

July is not the month

For iris.

I was surprised to see them

For sale.

I will coax them along

For another couple days,

Trim their stems,

Add new water.

The promise of iris

In July

Is always one

Worth honoring.