The fire became an August wind
That shifted with sunset
Into a September claiming grace
About the starlit field.
Petunias, cherries, golden rod,
Autumn on the rise
Like each pigeon upon the row
Minding seasons choice.
Tag: golden rod
For You (day 2574)
I swept the fields
Mountains so clean
To end up in
Your hands again
I picked some daisies
Buttercups too
Golden rod
To hand to you
For in your eyes
I saw such hope
Dreams in a fashion
I’d cotton’d to
That kept a softspot
All animals
Of each their kind
Wild friends, too
And in the hearth
Roasting slow
Cups of tea
Tea for two
As here I made it
Pasture green
Journey to
Just for you.
Goldenrod (day 2558)
I am gone
Down a steep embankment
Flickering hope
That condescends my misery
Allowing vapor trails
To wipe my smile
Free of the golden rod
That have taken to growing
Around my rooted toes.