Iris of Spring
you sprout luxurious
from your false bed of snow.
Enrobed in your splendid yellow and green,
so soft, so languid,
your willowy arms
your legs, concealed in a curious tangle
Your face, a wisp of woken wonder.
tall and tempting
invite me to gaze, to touch
in your faint drowsy fragrance.
How came you to be like this?
What did you all winter
lying nestled in your frigid muddle of soil:
the earth, your covetous lover
the sun, feverish with want
the frost, a wicked reminder of your cruel absence.
Iris, I spy you couched in mystery
and yearn to seize you
long to capture your wondrous bloom
snatch you from your bold innocence
place you in a vase to adorn love’s altar
to watch and wonder and adore.
Come now, let us not regret the future.
Let us revel in this brief moment.
Let us embrace this elusive season of bliss.
For Spring shall shed it silken sheen
Summer will rise,
then tumble into Fall
and I left here, alone,
as you surrender once again
to Winter’s icy grip.
I shall await your resurrection.
Steadfast, I shall remain here,
as my longing, like the weeping stars,
endures the cold, bitter night.