I wake to a garden left two shades darker. Damp from a night-time visitor.
lay scattered -
I never see them arrive
Paper-made irises melt beneath the weight of water. Clumped and crushed they abandon faith in so-called spring. But their leaves never lose sight of their target. Throwing green lifelines straight up and out.
living lightning rods
from sky to soil
Beckoning the clouds to come closer. Conducting the water that falls from on high. Directing each bead from tip to root. Feeding the need of their dry lipped greed. Sending hope to the hopeless.
thanks to dandelion]