Irises Blooming

Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? …We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves. -Diane Ackerman

When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned… The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest… What still pulls on your soul?  -Rumi

I have had more than half a century of such happiness. A great deal of worry and sorrow, but never a worry or a sorrow that was not offset by a purple iris, a lark, a bluebird, or a dewy morning glory.  -Mary McLeod Bethune.

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove.  -Alfred Lord Tennyson

The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises… that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth.  -Alice Hoffman

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