Goldenrod blooms at their peak Fallgrass grows near forest edge. Deer browse heavily, and breed Creatures know for certain, To all, the earth shall speak They seek the better places The coming chill won’t reach. I lay-in ranked firewood, In cool that’s not yet snow Soon the leaves must flutter To return from whence they rose. They and I, God’s creatures Praise existence, peace, and change Rest beneath His branches While the frost doth rearrange.
I saw goldenrod just on a hike in the trees today and thought back to this. Fortuitous, since I'm traveling now and it doesn't grow where I live
A beautiful poem for a cool fall day.