Morning arrived with an icy slap
of good intentions — a cheeky reminder
to weather another day.
The sun illuminates colorful leaves
left lazing through the autumn night,
packed tight by soles of passersby
enjoying the crush underfoot.
Sometimes I think I’d like to unpack
my soul and watch it pour
onto the ground just to see
the size of the mark you’ve left on it.
In the light we could marvel at the brilliance
of two souls cascading leisurely
together through whatever passes.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Ragtag Daily Prompt: autumn