Rickety Creek

Wild mountain irises breach
The humus of last winter's sleep
As the forest awakes
To the babble of Rickety Creek

The shy little blossoms
Faint timid to the late arctic breeze
A moment of tranquility so subtle
Itís difficult to perceive

Their longing for joy
Before death - days of spring
Everything else can wait
But not their petiole wings

The portals from which
Their beauty sings
Blue and white petals
Of fragile delight

Unfolding into morning light
These wild mountain irises
Of Rickety Creek

© 2002 Jim Cain