Roadside Irises




In the morning light, I pass the roadside irises. Hovered on the edge of the field with leaves beaten an older lesser species. It’s obvious that they were barely missed by the tractor and allowed to bloom once more.


Planted long ago in an uncherished spot they were scattered along the road as a mere passing thought. 


Although not pristine and not admired by most, the roadside irises  hold just as much beauty as the most manicured of roses. 


Each morning as I drive across the tracks I delight in the vision, one of natural beauty, persistence, and determined grace bathed in the morning light.

  • Author: Sunshinefalling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2019 21:23
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