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Chrysanthemums Rush

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chrysanthemums rush
in full bloom through the garden
after their quiet
slumber through deep green summer
this is the season to shine

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  1. Aren’t words wonderful things? In your hands, they are – I’m wrapped in the fun and the joy of those first two lines, ‘chrysanthemums rush
    in full bloom through the garden’ – I mean, isn’t that just what they do!?

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    • I know–aren’t mums something? Every late autumn I dig holes and dump the potted ones from my porch into the almost frozen ground. Then I forget all about them till September when they burst into color –and then I act so proud, as if I had anything to do with all their blooming.
      I’ve been missing Invisible Horse, so very glad to hear from you and hope to hear more soon.

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