November descends and the days are chilly here in the Deep South
The once vividly green tree branches stark
My yard is still blessed with golden butterflies dancing
Mr Lizard quietly on patrol with his smile to me
My lilac bush is festive and bright
Mockingbirds alert in the tree, whistle-chirp greetings
Dragonfly zips in, around and AWAY
My creamy coffee sweet as I enjoy my backyard
