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
Prompts
- Fandango’s One Word Challenge: remnant
- Brave and Reckless Daily Prompt: sharp objects
- Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #262
Often Mumbled Musings 
Captures perfectly the melancholy evoked by the dying light of Fall…
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Thank you, stranger!
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No choice indeed. I live on the northeastern plains of Colorado. We get some snowy, windy days, usually a couple without power. However, this year is very dry. I’m not sure how much snow we’ll see.
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