A Year of Reading

THE SCENT OF IRIS The iris I took from Mom's garden are blooming now. Their heady scent keeps me company as I weed and plant ...

Mother by Ted Kooser Mid April already, and the wild plums bloom at the roadside, a lacy white against the exuberant, jubilant green of ne...

Iris in April? Should be Memorial Day -- Seasons are wacko. © Mary Lee Hahn, 2012 Poem #23, National Poetry Month 2012 ...