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.


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