Goldenrod
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.
8 comments:
I find that weeds often so much more enchanting... maybe I'm a butterfly.
beautiful flowers as golden fleece....I love this!
I love it when so-called 'weeds' do this:
'blazing boldly with arching heaviness,
pendulously draping gravel path.'
Spectacular images in words and pictures!
Lovely images, in words and pictures.
A butterfly asylum. Sounds touch-n-go...but I'd like to touch it. Goldenrod.
You know it is so pretty--I think I am a little allergic though. Lovely poem, Margaret. k.
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.
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