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?