Solidago
Oh goldenrod, turned brown, your burling
seedheads, stalks withered.
Yet you stand upright beside
this morning’s damp ledge-stone.
I carried cans of water to your feet
all through the hot, bone-dry summer.
You rocked in the searing breeze,
bending toward the sun even so.
I’ve admired your late-summer blooms,
where the bees rubbed their yellow-coated legs.
Yesterday some hopeful rain finally splashed
down and soaked into the dusty ground.
Are your roots reaching outward
to extend your footprint for next year’s glory?
Word Artisan VT 
Strange the beauty we find in certain plants. I must try and link you to a publication I am supporting with the UK Quaker Arts Network. There’s a call for submissions on the theme Conversations with Nature. I am helping run the workshops.
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Hi! Nice to hear your voice. Plants are amazing. Have you read The Light Eaters by Zoe Schlanger? Fascinating read. Congratulations on your sequel, Call of the Lost Wild.
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Yes, sometimes too busy for blogging but enjoy catching up. Iwill look that one up. Certainly plants give us the light they eat!
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