Tuesday, September 27, 2016

"Goldenrod"


 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.







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8 comments:

  1. brudbergSeptember 27, 2016 at 3:55 PM

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

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  2. Stacy M.S.September 28, 2016 at 1:06 AM

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

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  3. Kim M. RussellSeptember 28, 2016 at 3:51 AM

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

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  4. Kerry O'ConnorSeptember 28, 2016 at 10:08 AM

    Spectacular images in words and pictures!

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  5. jabblogSeptember 28, 2016 at 10:11 AM

    Lovely images, in words and pictures.

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  6. AngieSeptember 29, 2016 at 7:27 PM

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

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  7. OutlawyerSeptember 30, 2016 at 8:38 PM

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

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  8. RommyOctober 3, 2016 at 1:21 PM

    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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