the iris stood tall and straight
the blossom peaking
from the skin of leaves
still hidden mostly
behind green
its deep blue, dark blue
like a horsehair brush,
short bristles atop
the long stem, rising
as if out of the painter’s cup
the first of the stand of them
to present itself
awakening
in the May sun
May 20, 2008
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,840+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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