Shadows of an Iris
Reflections of beauty still purple-hued silences and become long-stemmed whispers preserving nature's secrets in a garden of shadows. ___________________________________ One day, on a sunny afternoon in Missoula, Montana at my duplex, I came upon my fully bloomed purple irises. They were wild irises, maybe 5 or 6 of them against the brick backdrop of my garage wall. It was a still afternoon, and the shadows of those beautiful and still irises played upon the wall. The small word garden above shapes that afternoon in my mind and hauntingly returns me to the irises and their unmoving shadows. Where do we see our shadows? Are they still? Strolling Ursula