The words come slowly…
On unsteady legs they rise,
Resisting stage fright.
Under a single spotlight,
Each verse shall bud and blossom.

An iris in bloom,
No introduction needed,
Just your attention.
Behold! The most beautiful!
…for beauty is in the eye…

crawling crystal skies
dark watercolor clouds paint
with such vibrancy!
As far as the eyes can see
a carpet, of superb blooms.

How about poppies
pleasing yellow-orange Flowers
rare in downtown, aye
yet moving your feelings right
i envy no daisy sway.