Spring In Disarray
This slow spring iris now open,
With tiny rose buds already set.
All are late, the usual order broken,
After why, the question when,
My beauties will be met.
M. Renee Taylor
5-20-18
Copyright © M. Renee Taylor | Year Posted 2019
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