Banished from genteel yards,
I find her plumes quite glorious -
blazing boldly with arching heaviness,
pendulously draping gravel path.
to linger like the Monarch butterfly
fluttering and flirting upon Autumnal breeze -
to seek asylum in radiant fields
of magical golden fleece.
by Margaret Bednar, September 27, 2016
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform". One of the many trails and sights along "my" Blue Ridge Parkway mountain trails. I hope to share many with you.