A Haiku - Iris
A woman's beauty, how like the iris.
All living things have their seasons.
Iris, woman seen,
How like the flower so named,
In springtime beauty.
An orchid no less!
Beauty overflowing bed;
Tall, erect, and strong.
Drying, wrinkling in each sun.
The hope rests resting.
© 2012 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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