these beauties? Bearded irises of a hue I have not seen before. Shape defines the what; color offers the awe. It's the same with a meal, really. Or a poem. Can't you just smell it? Taste it? And, of course, there's the dream's take-on it. The dream always has a take on things and it's usually the final word.
Surfaces
ReplyDeleteCrunch of boots on gravel driveways:
the babysitter, her purse swinging, called last minute
to save the day.