Goldenrod
The Goldenrod King has come to bless us once again
I smile this morning as I open my window to cool air and a warm kiss from early falls favorite child
How bright he is under the muted sun and clouded sky
His heavy yellow tendrils already so busy, his lovely arms outstretched for every butterfly, dragonfly and bee
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