Dreams of Painted Iris under Winter Snow

When Moonlight beams in Nocturnal Nights... 

I see the smiling faces of Ballerinas in Tights... 

Their Iris Petals in Colors of Lavender Blue... 

I am mesmerized by the Colors in your Eyes... 

The snowy clouds will soon fade away and 

Summer days will play Lullabies when

Bearded Iris dance in the Spring-time Rain... 

The blending of Hearts in Valentine Tarts 

will wake the tastebuds of a Meadow Lark... 

Reviews

[AYVID N]

Light mesmerizes us, as do the colours of the moonbeams. Eyes are like the stars and the moon, they remind us why we need their dancing light. This poem makes me so grateful for all the wonders of nature and the universe surrounding us, the summer, the snow, the clouds and the bearded Iris dance in the spring-time rain. You write so beautifully always, my friend. Wishing you blessed days ahead.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest DIVYA… 💗 lovely to read your Review. We are expecting a Snow Storm in the next week or sooner. Iris are very unique and close to my 💜 Heart. My Aunt June was President of the DELMARVA IRIS Club for years .. which includes:
(Delaware, Maryland, and Virginia) three States touching on the East Coast of the USA. She had Gardens of Iris… each one with its own name on a Metal Plate embedded in the Ground. The blending of Colors was extraordinary. They look like Ballerinas in my Minds Eye. Best Wishes to you … traveling and headed home 🏠. tenderly, Pat

[AYVID N]

Thank you dearest Pat. Enjoy the blessed colours and light of Christmas. All wonderful things wished to you and your family.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Walking along the riverside one autumn night we say a heron's figure in the dappling moonlit flowing water. With that I imagine with wide-eyed wonder as this nocturnal poem unfolds. There were silver reeds dancing in the breeze and although not bearded irises gave quite their own impressive show. Peaceful and aesthetically pleasing, thanks Pat for sharing. (Visiting this poem in 2022)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Keshner… only an Artist of poetry could relate to your review… perhaps. In our City (Fredericksburg, Virginia) we have the Rappahannock River that runs for miles into the other Cities, such as Tappahannock further along. There are times at Dusk when the River ripples and shimmers in the evening Light… where Silver Herons stand Tall. I appreciate your Artist’s View of Poetry in Motion. tenderly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

you paint a breathless scene
in summers colorful hues of
lavender and the fair graceful
irises..one of my favorite flowers.
my irises bloom in May in ky
a lovely penned poem here dear Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran… Iris have a melancholy presence as they stand like Statues in a Garden… they have Beauty that encompasses the greatest Operettas … tenderly, Pat

[KAREN]

Nicely penned! Your imagery is breathtaking!

[Patricia Wedel]

Dearest Stories… thank you for sharing your feelings for Iris that dance into your Heart 💜 with colors of Lovers embrace. Gently, Pat

[KAREN]

You're welcome!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This is beautiful and the vision of your words is wonderful to the eyes!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Imagination… Iris reflect the Moods of Romance in the Eyes of Beautiful Ballerinas as they dance under the Crescent Moon. Thank you for your Ovation. tenderly, Pat

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You are welcome!

[Patricia Wedel]

Oops… I meant to type “dearest Kathy”. Please forgive.., Pat

[Dave Brown]

somehow I missed this Pat
Will I ever be forgiven
Another wonderful rendition
Was it Iris scent that Cleopatra used to dip her sails into, so people would smell that perfume as she sailed the Nile

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Dave... a secret and wild fragrance of a Violet or an Iris was said to be used by Cleopatra. Quite a coincidence that Elizabeth Taylor who played Cleopatra had gorgeous Violet Blue Eyes. The Nile must have been quite the Pleasureable Rendezvous.
We are being teased with very small snowflakes around the Rappahannock River here in Fredericksburg,Virginia. Happy Valentines Eve to you.
Iris in the Snow is a phenomenon. Be blessed and safe. tenderly, Pat

[M. J. Smith]

In the city of Joplin, Iris are planted everywhere. At night, when the streets go quiet, their perfume fills the air like fragrant ghosts. One can almost see fairies dancing in the flower beds. The saddest thing I ever saw was a lone Iris surrounded by her fallen sisters after a hailstorm. She alone still stood. Now there's imagery for poetry.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear M.J. My Aunt June was President of the Delmarva Iris Club for a number of years. Her home Garden had beautiful Beds of Iris and each Iris had a Metal Plate with a Beautiful name. They always remind me of Ballerinas in Costumes.. gently, Pat

[Cherrie]

Winter hit snooze and drew in her blanket of snow. Snuggling my springtime flowers 💐 tightly.
18 degrees here this morning work and school canceled.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherry … 18 degrees is a good time to snuggle with Flowers under a Feather Blanket…. The Kids home from School will probably be playing their Video Games until they are hungry. We ourselves are thankful for the Warmth of 💕 love and Hot Coffee…
Spring is sleeping under Cover with Crocus and 🌷 Tulips. thanks for reading and dreaming…. Gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It's a beautiful winter poem, Pat,
but I have never seen a ballerina smile....they always look so stern as they dance...
I wish they would smile like most figure skaters do.
They make such beautiful moves but look like they are in pain.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob… when my Son and Daughter were five and ten years old… I took them and their Close friends to the Kennedy Center to see “Sleeping Beauty” Ballet. They became mesmerized… and during Intermission they were anxious to return… I never saw them so well behaved. Thank you for reading the Comparison of dancing Iris in the Snow. Spring and Summer will awaken the Beauty and movement of the Ballet of Flowers. May the Beauty of Ballet keep your 💜 Heart full of Romance as you celebrate your Memories. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Pulled in by the title and stayed..
So loved all of it..
So glad to have found your writings.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lisa... so many flowers sleeping in the Winter Snow... lovely to read your Review. Tis Winter I have bought potted Tulips and I get lost in the warmth of their Smile ... knowing that I will plant the Bulbs and always enjoy the Spring when Earth brings forth the Music of a thousand Violins. May you spend February in the Midst of Snow and Sunshine when Hearts blossom when Romance appears with flowers and chocolate and Poetry that Wins with a Kiss.. and a Wisp of Butterfly Wings. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Your response was like a poem and so very nice to read early this morning here in Spain... No snow..and the 400 bulbs I planted are waiting for more sun..Although some are already showing their pretty heads. Even the veggies are popping up!! Potted Tulips are lovely..All my best, Lisa

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lisa... you are quite a Gardner to plant 400 Bulbs. Of course, that would be like 400 friends to listen to your soft and gentle poems. I imagine Spain has a lovely Climate... Wonderful to share your Talent.
Wishing you Hearts and flowers. gently, Pat

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
I physically did not plant them.. I bought them and placed them where I wanted them and our gardener did the planting... My back could never take the bending.. The large part of our garden at the fronton the house had 200 succulents (they were small when I had them planted) I made paths and placed them along the sides..(the area was just dirts..) then I had the bulbs planted throughout..It is really so lovely. As is Spain..