a kind of bow
if i look at it the right way, i can just see in the pattern of these dried wild iris stems a sort of chaotic bow, tying up a white wrapped present that i’m about to open. as you read this, i will be opening up that present. and the gift inside will be my very first view of the city of reykjavik, after half a lifetime of thinking about it. happy life-list day to me.
over-wintered wild iris leaves and flower