Summer Stragglers

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Other blooms may fade,
succumbing to Autumn’s chill –
Snapdragons stand tall.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

4 thoughts on “Summer Stragglers”

Robert Matthew Goldstein says:

October 26, 2019 at 6:32 pm

Snapdragons. I’ve always wondered what they are called. They’re beautiful.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 26, 2019 at 7:17 pm
  
  Thanks. They are.
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

October 25, 2019 at 9:01 am

I love Snapdragons! Thank you for sharing them and your poem! 😀 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 25, 2019 at 6:26 pm
  
  They are one of my favourites too. Thanks!
  
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