Early mist covered the river

that morning as I walked

along its bank.

And there it was,

the delicate head

of a pink iris.

As I stooped to touch

her ever so slightly,

she nodded her head

in all her loveliness.

Shy and fragile.

Graceful and gentle.

Time stopped and

I felt blessed

to have experienced

the little pink iris.

 

Photo courtesy: @thewanderingambivert

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