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