Red Orchid Irises, After the Rain

Such queen perennials

Along the south side of the house
hide the irises no one ever sees.
I didn't plant them -- 
who know's who did?
I guess these are 
bearded Red Orchid's
lying on the ground,
exhausted after the storms.
I'm not sure what to do
with such tired souls
Cut them? 
Pray they perk  up?
One only gets a 
few natural moments
with such queen perennials
before they go. Still,
they're kind enough
to return:
maybe 2025 
they'll arrive during 
a less turbulent patch of days.
I remember 
a few good seasons
catching sight of 
claches of bearded Blowtorches
and creped Queen Anne's
bowing in a roadway breeze.
It's hard not to brake,
turn back, when one spies
a party so refined. 
"I'll come back!
I'll remember!" 
but their blooms drop
before a birdswing blink
to make way for
time, seasons, and 
such hollyhock travails.

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It’s April 28th. Every year I sort of forget about the irises and daylilies planted along the sides of the house, until I accidentally see them. Whoever planted them had really nice taste. I try hard every year to remember them, but it’s hard to remember something you’ve forgotten.

The state of my corneal abrasion is improving … I can see better out of my right eye now (not completely). Thankfully, the pain is gone. The weekend has been stormy and very tiresome. You never quite realize how much you do with your eyes!

Here’s another view of the iris/es beside my house.

Thank you for all the well wishes.