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!
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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 – mindescapes.net – 2019