Although the calendar says November,
red roses and azaleas bloom.
 
I sit on wrought iron furniture
drink Jungle Java, black and hot and
listen to Brazilian samba
under tangerine umbrellas,
glowing, blowing in the breeze while
skies cerulean overhead and
wisps of whitest cirrus promise
grayer weather yet to come
 
Although the calendar says November
the beach says, “No,” as roses bloom.
 
 
Miz Quickly asked for a list poem on Day Six. This is a list of what I saw while drinking coffee outdoors in my favorite Rehoboth Beach coffee shop on November 6, 2015. The photo is of roses still in bloom there in mid-fall.