Monet's Garden
On jade stems iris blooms gently swayed
in hues of lavender, dusty pink and mauve
until pollen seekers were lured to the banquet
of sweetmeats. Within velvet petals they feasted.
In Monet's garden the buddings grew
in variegated colors brushed on a canvas.
Pastel beauties that no fingers dared to cut,
for to be clipped at the height of life meant death.
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2023
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