goldenrod 2

Winter, spring
Summer, fall
And back again
Cool nights
Days, still warm
Ridges, hills
Edged with gold
Before earth
Turns drab
And brown
In winter’s cold
I’m in a goldenrod
State of mind

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.


  1. Goldenrod also fills the roadside ditches of Alaska, and every year I collect flowers and use them for dyeing wool. The colors vary, but are beautiful shades of yellow, gold, and greenish-gold depending largely on how soon I pick the blossoms after they have appeared and how much of the leaf/stem material is used in the dye baths. From picking and dyeing to knitting – I’m definitely in a “Goldenrod State of Mind.”
    Great poem!

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