Monday, September 28, 2020

Goodbye Summer









Feathery fronds of florescent-yellow flowers wave goodbye to summer,
 From road banks and fields. 
As a young girl, walking the hills of our farm with my father,
I asked him what those beautiful flowers were called.
"Goldenrod," he answered.
Every fall since then, goldenrods remind me of my father,
And those bittersweet last days of summer.








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