BEARDED IRIS

(a sonnet)
 
I love her bearded iris’s display
Those silken flares in blush and rosy hues
Its brightly colored nib in dark array
A glistening of love in morning dews
 
The fleshy petals subtle openings
Aroused in darker tints at time’s progress
Exposes nether tongue and with it brings
The hope of love fulfilled at deep impress
 
The lightly scented folds attracting those
Who in their soft liquor would find the taste
Of life it shows when its full gape expose
And gives them pause to tarry without haste
 
Her bearded iris' wet reflecting sun
It’s there that I’d remain ‘til day is done
 
Photo Credit: Author's Own Image