A Perfect Moment In May Poem by Shirley Harrison

And as the rain
pelts the cypress trees
their pins vibrating
against the soft, yet forceful wind
that has blown in from the south

and the morning cloud so low
almost like
a white cotton sheet blanket covering the hills

the beautiful Iris seemingly crouching
maybe she's protecting
her beautiful petals so precious
​​​​​from the onslaught of nature's wrath

and me?

with my Nikon z8
wrapped around my hands
finger clicking away
just hoping to take
the perfect shot?

on this...

a perfect moment in May