The purple Irises glistened <br />in the morning stillness <br />with three tongues that lick <br />as if to catch a dew drop <br />upon each tip <br />Golden bearded and strong <br />these living gems <br />calling for those lucky enough <br />to scent and see them. <br />Rhizomes barely catch the earth, <br />with roots that serve as a place of rebirth <br />Dividing as they go <br />year after year, they double in show <br /> <br />Oh, this beauty with for my eyes to see <br />I cannot keep them for only me <br />with friends true I shall share. <br />and next year bring to them <br />this joy I find in <br />a purple world with hues of gold and fragile love. <br /> <br />*Thanks to Mary for her input on writing this poem. <br /> <br />© Calac<br /><br />Chris Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/purple-irises-with-hues-of-gold-and-fragility/
