{"id":2758,"date":"2017-09-26T18:23:19","date_gmt":"2017-09-26T23:23:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/?p=2758"},"modified":"2017-09-26T18:39:41","modified_gmt":"2017-09-26T23:39:41","slug":"goldenrod","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/goldenrod\/","title":{"rendered":"Song of the Goldenrod"},"content":{"rendered":"

Song of the Goldenrod<\/h1>\n
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\u00a0Published in today’s edition of Nature Writing Magazine. https:\/\/naturewriting.com\/poetry\/<\/div>\n
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Song of the Goldenrod<\/h2>\n
by Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/div>\n

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In my dreams, some afternoons drift randomly
\nalmost without notice
\nentangled in the filtered dapples of sunlight
\nflowing on a wooded path
\nsubdued \u2013 even more than usual<\/p>\n

Today is remarkable
\ntwilight came early.<\/p>\n

Faint nocturnal music<\/em>
\n like the glisten of amethyst crystals,<\/em>
\n is familiar. Welcome.<\/em><\/p>\n

I step onto the first rung
\nof a weather-worn silvery-gray ladder
\npoised in the middle
\nof the woodland path.
\nWith a heave of my body
\nI begin the upward climb into the cloudy mist
\nThe earth disappears below me.
\nNo end in sight. The ladder sways in wide arcs,
\nunattached to anything above me
\nI breathe deeply with the realization of imminent peril
\nObscure. At the apex of
\na septuagenarian decade \u2013
\nmy eyes grow dim in the mist.<\/p>\n

Soft nocturnal music,<\/em>
\n like the glisten of amethyst crystals,<\/em>
\n is familiar. Welcome.<\/em><\/p>\n

My memory is sharp
\nOh! The fear of plunging.<\/p>\n

I remember yesterday\u2019s bright sunlight
\nOffered clear focus like a citrine stone
\nA contrast to murky prophecies
\nI hear in the changing ocean tides.
\nThe lively sonata of midday skies
\nresponds to the muted notes of night stars
\ntime is temporal. immeasurable.
\nOur last summer dance is coming to a conclusion
\nI can feel the music as I twirl about amid the changing
\nlandscape of late-blooming Goldenrod.
\nSaffron yellow blossoms spring from
\nLeaf-covered woody stems.
\nThese wild perennials are higher than my head.
\nI reach out \u2013 touch
\nedges of long, slender leaves
\nvelvety textures, delicate-scented buds.<\/p>\n

I watch for the Solar Eclipse to begin at noon
\nover the meadow and along the churning streams.
\nTiny slivers of golden sunshine shimmer over the fields of Goldenrod
\nin my small shard of Appalachian foothills.
\nAn inner cry urges me \u2013
\n\u201cDance again.\u201d<\/em>
\n \u201cDance again!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

By Lynda Lambert Sept. 17, 2017<\/p>\n

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\"Lynda<\/a>Lynda McKinney Lambert lives in the rural Village of Wurtemburg in western Pennsylvania. She writes poetry and creative non-fiction essays. She retired from teaching as professor of fine arts and humanities at Geneva College, Beaver Falls, Pennsylvannia, USA. Lambert\u2019s first book, Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage<\/em> was published by Kota Press. Her work appears in Spirit Fire Review; Indiana Voice Journal; Magnets & Ladders; Stylist; Breath & Shadow; Wordgathering; The Avocet; Proverse Hong Kong; Behind our Eyes: A Second Look \u2013 Anthology; and other literary journals and anthologies. She is also an actively exhibiting fiber artist. Major themes in her creative works are Nature; Mythology; Art and History.<\/small><\/p>\n

Lynda McKinney lost most of her sight in 2007 due to Ischemic Optic Neuropathy. She creates her art work and writing projects via the use of technologies for the blind.<\/small><\/p>\n

Visit her Blog: www.lyndalambert.com<\/a><\/small>
\nView her Author\u2019s Page: www.dldbooks.com\/lyndalambert<\/a><\/small>
\nContact her: llambert@zoominternet.net<\/a><\/small><\/p>\n

Our truest life is when we are in our dreams \u2013 awake.\u201d Henry David Thoreau<\/em><\/p>\n

Photo by Jason Ross of field of blooming goldenrod at Colored Sands Forest Preserve<\/a> in northern Illinois<\/span><\/small><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

_____<\/p>\n

With grateful appreciation to Nature Writing Magazine.<\/p>\n

Photo\u00a0 with this poem is by Jason Ross of field of blooming goldenrod at <\/span>Colored Sands Forest Preserve<\/a> in northern Illinois<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Please visit Nature Writing Magazine. Editor, Ron Harton, puts this magazine together and it is an honor to have my work there.<\/p>\n

Click Here to visit Nature Writing Magazine<\/a><\/p>\n

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Featured Photo of Goldenrod by Lynda McKinney Lambert.\u00a0 September 2017.<\/p>\n

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I begin the upward climb into the cloudy mist
\n The earth disappears below me.
\n No end in sight. 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