The Late Blooming Iris

Lately I have paused, pondering death But I'm not fit for it's journey yet. It's not that I loathe meeting death's kind It will be, for me, an experience of a lifetime. I've had one stupendous, lovely, awesome gift A second chance at life I could not resist. So tell me this... who's thinking of dying? I am the rainbow. Rain falls, next, I'm smiling. Lately I have paused, pondering death But it's out of my hands, my stem's length and breath. All I have been, isn't all that I am I've taken a stand to let The Source guide my hands. I can claim to be a calico, carved by nine lives Again, and again, I rise with clearer eyes. I'd assume any form my Maker shapes me to use Would I be excused, if in your haven I refuse? I am a flower, even in winter Even in winter, I am a flower. *