Fallen leaves

Tucked beneath the fallen leaves,
autumn pokes a head out, unsure about this
particular odyssey as the fire
of one last surprising summer day whirls

among the wind and whispers of
winter mocking healthy pumpkins, waiting
with rotten thoughts of browns
before whites before whatever. For now

I’ll hide myself underfoot among those
crunchy reminders of winter’s ephemeral
whimsy while I taste sunlight’s sweet
sting, dusk closing its eyes at last.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, with assistance from Putting My Feet in the Dirt (“fire whirls“) and the Word of the Day Challenge (“odyssey“).

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