Late Autumn.

 


Autumn dallies at winter’s

door, hesitant lest she

steps ahead of need.

Her finery still incomplete

as emerald drapes her

waiting form.

Summer’s hand has lingered

long, loath to leave

this lady’s side.

© sweetwater 2021
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Supratik

A good one Sue!
I like the first three lines very much. The overlapping of autumn-summer-winter has been very well depicted.
Supratik

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