Iris buds in early blues
as morning mist in pearly hues
enchants the dawn with tendrils drawn
like Fibonacci curlicues.
Underneath that grey pearlescence
nuanced shades of bright florescence,
petals seek the sun’s mystique-
a sainted day of scented presence.
Memories of colder climes,
of darker days in older times
could never quell this warmer spell
of happy words and bolder rhymes.