Shadowed Stories

Beyond the iris’ brilliant beauty,

a shady canopy of mystery.

Solely green shapes with stories untold,

a tongue of difference.

Strange marks, characters, carvings of curiosity,

I ponder their meaning in relaxation.

Depth of life assumed by one,

deeper life unseen and shadowed,

for their shades coalesce with the tree.

They stand together as one, but as many,

their shapes composing calm.

Unique similarity seen in the greens.

Shades of seaweed and crocodile, pine and pickle,

platters of personalities,

fingerprints etched into memories,

words detailing our own yarns

wound into bundles of disposition.

But after dropping from the branch, and onto the earth

where will those stories go?

Remember me.