Winged Iris flew over earth and sea.
Rainbows luminesced in her wake.
Messenger from the clouds,
she gathered up the rain,
pouring it on dry cracked ground.
One transplanted rhizome bore
three green swords, and
a single grassy stalk,
unfurled ruffled velvet blossoms.
Furry lemon tongues lured
hummingbird and bee…
Iris thrived, spreading a delft blue sky
amid flaming orange mallow.
Working Notes:
Early this morning when I went out to water my plants I experienced a moment of wonder. The single stalk and leaves that had grown out of a rabbit ravaged Iris rhizome that I had rescued, was unfurling its first bud. The unexpected sight of this large delicately fluted blue flower in the early morning light sparked a moment of pure joy as a hummingbird hovered over her … Bright orange Globe mallow is an astonishing wildflower that springs up without assistance and it covers my desert backyard making a delightful contrast of colors.
In Greek Mythology Iris was goddess of the rainbow and a messenger from the gods. She was also a goddess of sea and sky. Her father was a god of the sea. Her mother was a cloud nymph. For the coastal dwelling Greeks the rainbow arc spanned the distance between cloud and sea, and the virgin goddess (as in one unto herself having nothing to do with being celibate) Iris replenished the rain clouds with water from the sea.
Over The Edge and Beyond: Journal of a Naturalist 
I like the way the poem and note integrate an old myth-story with a moment in your life that just happened. It makes the present time resonate.
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Don’t you think that present time does resonate?
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Well, yeah, I do, come to think of it and since you ask. Except that when I get way off-track in my life, I lose the sense of all times being one and it takes something like your poem to make me notice the resonance again.
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