With the enchanted key
of my irises,
I slowly turn the handle
leading to the secret garden
that I will landscape with my lenses.
I gather and paint in my mind
a glorious Eden
made from what February offers:
bright daylilies and sun to burst
my heart open at its seams.
I will visit this created place of dreams
I better see if mom is done
in the medical building…
I try not to frolic too far when
I am needed…