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
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“).
Often Mumbled Musings 
I particularly like the last stanza, Phillip.
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A beautiful ode to autumn, Phillip…
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Lovely imagery and evocative turns of phrase.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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You’re very welcome
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Beautiful the way the words came together love it
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Lovely poem, you’ve beautifully captured autumns first stirrings.
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Thanks so much!
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So apt. I could feel the autumn chill, see the russet colours and loved the last line. Thank you.
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Oh thank you!
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