August 23rd, 2017
The letter is G for Goldenrod
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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