Saturday, April 30, 2016

Iris Poem


The creeping rhizome is not your best feature
Perhaps the knife-like blades that are the first to pierce the air
Or, perhaps, the tall yoga poise saluting the sun that catches my eye 
Maybe it is your honey colored beard that is so nicely trimmed
Or the fragrant smell of fresh grapes which reminds one of wine
Certainly not the silky flags that you wave in the breeze
Like a spring fairy luring us into slumber?

3 comments:

Bob Bushell said...


Amazing image, thanks.

Snaggle Tooth said...

I miss my Mom's Irises-
Good poem, n pretty pic!

My Journey To Mindfulness said...

beautiful flower
just
their blooms do not last long.