Where are the irises gone? An Easter poem with greetings from Sr. Rose

By Vincent Van Gogh

  Are the irises dead Have they lost their bloom? Are they shrunken and shriveled Are they gone so soon?   Is their deep purple less And their curl no more? Have the irises drooped Taking color from my world?   Or do they live In rich purple blues? Do they sand alert Catching spring’s early dew?   First the bold crocus breaks Hard winter’s dirt Then the scented hyacinth With springtime flirts   And my … [Read more...]