Burnished

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove;In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson I should say hello, summer, but I’m taking one final look at my late spring iris gardens. This iris looks black in most light, however, the rising sun

Till Summer Folds Her Miracles

Till Summer Folds Her Miracles,As women do their gowns,* Even as one iris flower wilts another is blooming. *(Excerpt from Emily Dickensen Nature’s Changes)