GOLDENROD STATE OF MIND

 

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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.

4 thoughts on “GOLDENROD STATE OF MIND”

  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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