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 inContinue reading “Summer’s Sprouts, A Pondering Poem”