Not a yellow or blue iris <br />that flowers in a cup right through the winter <br />not a pepper tree <br />that throws shadows the whole time <br /> <br />but to me you are <br />purple-blue morning glories <br />that folds open with the sun, <br />trailing everywhere <br /> <br />and when the dark days come, <br />with rain falling almost unstoppable <br />your grow densely <br />and with the first sunshine <br />there are flower upon flower.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-a-yellow-or-blue-iris/
