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 2020
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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.
A good one Sue!
I like the first three lines very much. The overlapping of autumn-summer-winter has been very well depicted.
Supratik
Thank you so much Supratik, it’s more like late summer here rather than almost winter, most of the greenery is still abundant. sue.
Fine seasonal poem again, Sue. A thought occurred to me though, if autumn dallies at winter’s door, it should perhaps be:’ though emerald drapes her, sienna (patiently) awaits’, unless it’s a very short autumn! Just a thought as the colours here, falling now, are a superb mixture of yellows and brown; ‘hesitant’ too, might be better? No need to change your poem though. I hope you don’t mind my observations, finely hone sentiments otherwise, and much enjoyed!
Best, Trevor
Thank you Trevor, as always I appreciate and greatly value your comments and take note of all you suggest. I understand your point about the ‘sienna’ suggestion, however I was trying to emphasize the holding onto summer, rather than moving forward to winter, almost denying the autumn its change of colour, at the time of writing we had virtually no colour change in the leaves although it was almost November, we still don’t really. As for the ‘hesitant’ I applaud you, I had been struggling to find a more fitting word and found none, why hesitant didn’t make itself known… Read more »