Springtime in New Jersey is absolutely lovely. As I drive around, I admire the colorful azaleas, lilacs and irises blooming in gardens along the way. The following poem was written several years ago following a delightful visit to the Presby Memorial Iris Garden in Montclair. It was published in "The Pillar Monthly" magazine. I'm including a few photographs taken during one of my visits to the garden.
THE
IRIS GARDEN
I
delightedly strolled
along
an iris rainbow
one
effulgent Sunday in May
while
would-be VanGoghs
painted
under sunbrellas.
God
could’ve made irises gray,
but
He’s as lavish with color
as
He is with love.
Maude
Carolan
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