Yellow iris

I love the soft yellow of these irises. The darkening garden made a good contrast with the soft yellow of the petals as the sun was going down this evening.

And I'm going to share this lovely poem, which a fellow photographer posted the other day, accompanying his own photograph of a yellow iris (which is better than mine).

Yellow Iris by Alice Oswald
.
It's early morning
and a woman
from a previous
world is wading
up the stream.
.
Very stately and
sturdy with double-
jointed elbows she's
still in her
grave clothes,
her crinkled three-ply
surcoat made of
cloth of June.
.
She has one
gold-webbed glove,
one withered hand.
.
She's resting, considering
her next pose,
behind the blades
of slatted blinds.
.
Her name is
Iris, the Rainbow,
the messenger, the
water's secretary, the
only word she
speaks is 'yellow'.
.
Lost ghost Queen
of the Unbetween
it's lovely listening
to the burp
of mud as
she sinks her
feet right in.