Goldenrod

ABC Wednesday
August 23rd, 2017

The letter is G for Goldenrod

from the paintings of Sandra Baggette

As always,

when we approach the last days of August

and the garden appears to be a little tattered

and ragged,

before the asters and the sedum start to

celebrate September,

I have really had enough of the heat

of summer,

the stress of wildfires,

and the dry and lifeless cold

the air conditioner brings.

I am ready for the GOLDENROD,

the Rabbit Brush..

open doors and windows

tunneling in that wonderful

fresh fall air!!!

In the days when I used to dye wool for weaving

I would go out into the country

to gather the Rabbit Brush

and the Goldenrod.

I might still do that, but it is more likely

that I will just enjoy memories,

and Mary Oliver's sweet poem...

Old Goldenrod at Field's Edge

Ice upon old

goldenrod

stops me at the edge

of the field, how

gleaming,

this morning,

the still stalks

stand,

slender, exhausted,

the gray boss - 

all that is left of their

golden hair -

holding

a crown of snow, and the rest-

stem and leaves - 

just waiting

in their glass suits

to fall -

or,  if enduring,

to see

the great melt, and the fields

tinged green -

and the lambs,

coming again from the

cozy barn,

with their crazy prancing...

how the cold

makes us dream!

The seasons pass, and the spring will come

but before then SEPTEMBER,

that I truly love..

along with the Goldenrod.

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