blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt
sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song
carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day
lovely disarray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could see the beauty of the blue iris in the stunning images of this poem. Wonderfully crafted haiku. Top Marks! .
Many thanks for your joyous comment.