Late Afternoon.

The sun sinks low:

burning gold cradled in

a green web,

leaves reluctant to fall,

uncaring of the clock's

impatient hand.

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On The Cusp

Of the season the gold and green are beautiful. ~Lady A~




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Thank you Stella, I began to

Thank you Stella, I began to wonder if the leaves here would ever turn to gold, finally they have.

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Short but sweet.

Nice write.  --  Stephen

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Thank you Stephen :)

Thank you Stephen :)