Summer’s Sprouts, A Pondering Poem

Summer’s sprouts,

Autumn’s doubts,

Will they survive the cold

Winter brings,

Into Spring

They may get no more old.

Still today,

No decay,

They are not quite yet dead,

So enjoy,

Don’t be coy,

Take in their leaves of red!


These little guys were growing under the slide at a nearby playground. Sprouted in the mulch spread around there. It made me wonder if they had a chance to survive the winter or not and hence this little rhyme was born.

Thanks for stopping in and have a great day!

Jim Sponseller – – 2019

Published by Jim Sponseller

Family man, father, programmer, and artist. I work with digital art, photographs, author poems and fiction, and also work in artistic metal smithing. You can find poems, photos, and digital art samplings at Thank you for your support! If you like my offerings and would like to donate, please buy me a coffee:

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