Irises flowing outward

The soil welcomes them

A field the divine

Reminder of Aararat,

Holy covenant

Gaze at the field, paint

Its image, pick the flowers

Image doesn’t change

Arranged, composed, stem

Sits in the watered vessal

Petal lives longer

Every blossom

Falling to its proper place

Nature paints itself

Mound of irises

Against palletes of gold

Endless, more sacred

Flower on canvas,

Iris growing, distinct shades