November 30, 2018

Trying to light deck,
old autumn chrysanthemum-
daylight fades too soon.

November 29, 2018

Strawberries wither,
insufficient sun for them-
too warm to perish.

November 28, 2018

Falling into dark,
earlier every day- we
wait for tide to turn.

November 27, 2018

For the next few months,
I'll pretend I'm in Provence-
lavender daydreams.

November 26, 2018

How many plants do
I own now? I'm too scared to
count- cabin fever.

November 25, 2018

United briefly,
my weekend pancakes are gone-
a sweet memory.

November 24, 2018

Christmas cacti bloom,
a myriad of colours-
rainbow to winter.

November 23, 2018

Summer's harvest gone,
autumn's cold rains prepare earth-
for spring's warm embrace.

November 22, 2018

Nothing delights like
red poinsettias- Christmas
then seems less daunting.

November 21, 2018

The weekend can't come
fast enough- my only chance
at gorgeous pancakes.

November 20, 2018

Far away snow white
peak gleams, late afternoon light-
soon view slips away.

November 19, 2018

Hot pink arrests the
eye, sun or clouds, fall colours
are muted- feast now.

November 18, 2018

Bouquet of flowers,
something to remind me that
spring will return- soon.

November 17, 2018

Even car parks have
beauty at times- when you're there
and present to see.

November 16, 2018

Artificial sun
when the real one deserts us-
yellow bouquet shines.

November 15, 2018

Hidden from prying
eyes, protected from probing
fingers- cactus fruit.

November 14, 2018

A reminder of
warmer climes, fairer seasons-
anthuriums.

November 13, 2018

Two heads are better
than one, except while pregnant-
then one does wonder.

November 12, 2018

Long weekend doesn't
apply to hard-working folk-
nutty by nature.

November 11, 2018

Golden chestnut leaves,
lit by falling sun- it's too
early for day’s end.

November 10, 2018

Out of the sight of
prying eyes, racoons climb- sun
seems too bright in fall.

November 9, 2018

Amaryllis bulb
holds winter splendor- hidden
from all till ready.

November 8, 2018

Out with the old, in
with the new- not garden of
spring, but still lifts me.

November 7, 2018

Unexpected clear,
a view I've been missing- crisp
sun fails to warm me.

November 6, 2018

Clouds with faces, names,
drift by as I dream of spring-
brown leaves flutter down.

November 5, 2018

Deepening autumn,
visible from my warm nest-
cold sea winks at me.

November 4, 2018

Days growing shorter,
deeper we fall- until the
solstice, seize the night.

November 3, 2018

Autumn's found treasures,

a beautiful leaf, a late

bloom- break in the rain.

November 2, 2018

Fir claps as oak puts
on one last autumn display-
goodbye until spring.

November 1, 2018

Distance disappeared
on that foggy afternoon-
then time slipped away.