Iris

I received this lovely Iris to add to my flower bed. The label states it's deep blue.

Whiter than snow, sharp whiteness,

With fanning leaves, small and straight

Like herself,

With head to the sky

And violet eyes wide-open,

Iris comes murmering a song

As trees do,

And leans upon the wind.

Later she droops her head,

For the dark

Has caught her 

Hilda Conklings