Ugly brown bulb befitted
a blissful sight for my iris.
Bed rich of deep blue fragrances
delightful to feed a tender soul.
That smell knocked so dearly
to the deepest ocean of air.
Floating in hypnotized senses
I bathed in natural sweet scents.
Daisies and others please wait
until I am done with hyacinths.
By Gloria D. Gonsalves