November sunshine
warms my chilly heart;
tentacles of sun
heats each frigid part.
Indian summer
lingers in the air;
mild days, sunny days
has a certain flair.
Contented evenings
mellow into night;
blue reverts to black
swallowing the light.
Enchanted mornings
the songbirds singing;
perhaps hints of hope
of days beginning.
November sunshine
melts the cool of dawn;
takes the shadows frown
and soaks the tired lawn.