Colorado Song of Songs

We were convinced the winter had won.
Our dreams had grown brittle, and the
birds in the yard couldn’t carry a tune.
But then the iris bloomed, its resurrection
purple suddenly thawing our discontent,
daring us to put off the old wool and wrap
our mortal flesh in linen for a change.
So lift up your heads, o ye hibernators.
Throw prudence to the wind and let the 
burning sun pinken your chapped cheeks.
Kick off your Sorels and come dance with
us bare-soled in the perking-up grass.
For lo, the winter is over and gone, the iris
has bloomed. The birds are back on key.
(fingers crossed, knock on wood)
 
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7 Comments

  1. pastordt on May 29, 2014 at 2:30 pm

    Welcome to warmth, John. This is delightful – a song of spring and new life and COLOR. Thank you.

  2. heartandhome29 on May 29, 2014 at 10:00 pm

    Did I ever tell you my husband is from Leadville and I lived there for a while before heading to Virginia? The winter my boys and I spent at 10,000 feet was the very best ever, but man, we were ready to dance in the sunshine by May.

    • thebeautifuldue on May 30, 2014 at 12:34 pm

      Ashleigh, I didn’t know that. Wait, maybe I did. Anyway, I think that’s very cool.

      Have you ever read Wallace Stegner’s Angle of Repose? Its a big door-stopper of a book, but a portion in set in Leadville…way up on top of the world.

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  4. michelemorin on May 30, 2014 at 12:42 pm

    And yes, the iris are budding — even here in Maine. Hallelujah and Finally!

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