Autumn becomes something else

I lost my footing
on the remnants of Autumn —

colorful crisp memories
are often slippery
as they withdraw
into shadowy crevasses
to hibernate.

Winter threatens us
with sharp objects and dull hues —

gray dry reminders
too often stay buried,
treasure missing
the brilliant gleam
of youth.

We have no choice
but to weather what elements come —

© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott


Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

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