Late Autumn.

Autumn dallies at winter's

door, hesitant lest she

steps ahead of need.

 

Her finery still incomplete:

emerald drape‘s her

waiting form.

 

Summer's hand does linger

long, loath to leave

this lady's side.

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allets's picture

Be Sure About This One

"emerald drapes" perhaps. I like the escort as summer - well composed with a subtle story progression. Fine writing. ~ Lady A ~

 


 

 

sweetwater's picture

Many thanks for picking up on

Many thanks for picking up on drape’s, I hadn’t noticed. Xx

Cascade's picture

Great write.

Great write.

sweetwater's picture

Thank you very much. :-) x

Thank you very much. :-) x

Stephen's picture

Excellent!

Stephen

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, I appreciate your

Thank you, I appreciate your comment I wasn't too sure about this one. Sue.