Deadly Sin Number Four: Invidia

as summer's sun sets
softly offering her hand to sister autumn
a lone dandelion dressed in yellow lies quiet, watching
the belle of the garden party, rose, scented
her dance card filled with perfumed admirers 
drunk on sanguine wine, our wallflower waits, 
an intruder to the revelry, she sheds her saffron coat
underneath a russet canopy, cold
fragile rose withers, fall's first frost her betrayer
unscented and naked
dandelion enrobes herself in white, reborn 
as devotees whisper untold desires in her ear
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