Oh, those hazel irises...
Nominated!

hazel
are the husks of aged
earthen oaks I spend
the winter days
longing to touch,

^ I like this stanza. Specially the feeling of longing that evokes. Hazel feels warm.

First of all I am happy this is nomintaef, what a wonderful write!!

A beautiful piece about the colour hazel and so well written as usual old chap:)

This is so beautiful! Keep it up!