Tuesday, September 27, 2016



Banished from genteel yards,
I find her plumes quite glorious -

blazing boldly with arching heaviness,
pendulously draping gravel path.

Inviting me

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.


brudberg said...

I find that weeds often so much more enchanting... maybe I'm a butterfly.

Stacy Lynn Mar said...

beautiful flowers as golden fleece....I love this!

Kim Russell said...

I love it when so-called 'weeds' do this:
'blazing boldly with arching heaviness,
pendulously draping gravel path.'

Kerry O'Connor said...

Spectacular images in words and pictures!

jabblog said...

Lovely images, in words and pictures.

angieinspired said...

A butterfly asylum. Sounds touch-n-go...but I'd like to touch it. Goldenrod.

Outlawyer said...

You know it is so pretty--I think I am a little allergic though. Lovely poem, Margaret. k.

Rommy said...

I know so many people don't appreciate the weeds, but I do, especially when they are the last blooms to come out before the winter.