Moon Irises Poem by Reynaldo Casison

Her love is the flavor
of the moon,
Warm and ethereal

She grows sweet irises,
She grows sweet irises,
In her garden,
Moon irises, Moon irises

As the wind sings,
They bow in her glow,
Moon irises, Moon irises,
Moon irises

She grows sweet irises,
She grows sweet irises,
In her summer and autumn garden,
Moon irises, moon irises,
Moon irises

As her skirt dances,
Their petals kiss her warm,
Moon irises, Moon irises,
Moon irises

She's warm and ethereal
In her garden, With her petals,
With her moon irises,
moon irises, with her sweet moon irises

Reynaldo Casison