November’s come to call. But not for you.
Your wide open welcome on a clear blue day
Was a springtime wave from a dear old friend.
Saturday’s stroll through those first fallen
Revealed your rebellious soul in a smile of color.
You painted the brown background with pink patterns
And leaves of green hued grandness and life.
You are today’s gift and tomorrow’s memory,
And I will cherish both halves until we meet again.
This is a picture of an azalea in bloom today in our backyard. Very odd, but a joyous sight.