The nasturtiums’ gone ballistic
even though the summer’s gone
as it’s reaching now to skyward
and its stems are very long
It’s spreading ‘cross the garden
showing no sign of demise
which with its splash of colour
at this time of year is wise
The nasturtiums’ gone ballistic
but I fear come the first frost
it might then come a cropper
and begin to count the cost
But until then we are happy
with its vibrancy right here
as every day it brings us joy
rekindling summers’ cheer
©Jemverse
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