Goldenrod's Wealth

Fall has arrived; and goldenrod,
Many hearts sing praises
For your radiant, lacy nod
On these special autumn days.
Some say you cause a constant sneeze,
But they still love you dearly;
You wave with every passing breeze,
Renewing friendships yearly.
You humbly choose the fields as home,
But proudly bear your banner;
Above the drying grass and loam,
You reign in regal manner.
Surely the name of goldenrod
Was given for a reason:
Your gold proclaims the wealth of God
All through the autumn season.

~ Annette Swearingen