Fruity scent of purple iris dabs cool
morning air with heady perfume
as sword shaped jade leaves dance
with random grace to a melody
of lilting music whistling
through budding trees.
Sweetest song sung for eons of years
Have hope, for spring is here!
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille 119 Dabbling in PoetryDe is hosting Quadrille Monday today, come join us. The pub opens at 3PM EST.