Saturday, July 05, 2014

Iris

Accompanied by
a warbler's wandering trill,
on this sacred morning
in the heart of summer,
a tender green stem
unwinds its mystery.

Gathered from the dark,
a knot is loosened,
a trinity of petals,
yielding as if aflame
a mirror of a blue heaven,
caressed by a white star.







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