History shines here, filtered
through the trees and mixing
with the sunlight that warms our
necks just as it did
years ago creating a dense fog
we’ve almost stopped
noticing. We live in its shadow
just as surely as they did,
though the shadows play longer,
and while we may chose to turn our
heads and ignore the brown leaves
come winter, we will depend
on its cover
or worse, hide in the mists,
a refuse from cold breezes
stirring up again.
(c) Phillip Scott
This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Destination curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.
Often Mumbled Musings 
Love this, Phillip!
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