We walk this fall day – a few
more gray hairs than last – beneath
the leaves – rusted coppers
replacing youthful greens – clinging
to the only home they’ve ever known,
on the verge of their final voyage, that
rambling trek to what they know not.
This expedition under gray skies
takes us through the misty uncertainty
of that next great adventure, while
leaves search for courage to brave
one last tour – a change in altitude
if not attitude – of the crisp breezes
softening their descent to a new home.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt “copper” #writephoto
Often Mumbled Musings 
Beautifully penned, Phillip. A journey and a courage all must share.
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I like how you draw comparisons between your age and the age of the leaves with the line about gray hair.
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I like that too … although I’d rather just have my gorgeous solid brown hair 🙂
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As always, so inspiring to stop by here. You are so gifted. I love the photo and your evocative words.
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How sweet – thank you 🙂
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it’s fun and useful to use a photo or art piece as a starting point for a poem, and then follow the path or our imagination to see where it leads us. nice image and thoughtful words. j
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The circle of life 💜
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Indeed!
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🤓💜
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Lovely, Phillip… Sharing.
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Thanks 🙂
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