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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.
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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"emerald drapes" perhaps. I like the escort as summer - well composed with a subtle story progression. Fine writing. ~ Lady A ~
Many thanks for picking up on
Many thanks for picking up on drape’s, I hadn’t noticed. Xx