The hills burn
with Autumn’s leaves,
a chorus celebrating
the mundane mayhem
that announces
another season when trees
shed any pretense
of modesty. The future is cloudy
while the skies
echo the sun’s brushstrokes
and compete
for my attention. I don’t
complain about the cold —
seasons are cyclical so
we just pedal faster.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Fay Collins revisited. I chose the picture up top (by Fay Collins).
Other prompts
- Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Wordle #267: stroke, complain, redundant, compete, pedal
- Fandango’s One Word Challenge – Mayhem
- Ragtag Daily Prompt – chorus
Really enjoyed this!
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Glad you enjoyed it, Carol!
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Indeed! Gosh I miss biking.
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I haven’t been on a bike in a while either. Probably a bit too cold to try anytime soon!
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A biking poem. Brilliant. I enjoyed this poem.
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Thanks so much! So nice!
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I really enjoyed this – the great use of imagery, and then the fun wordplay at the end.
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Thanks so much, Sarah. Glad you enjoyed it!
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It’s a harsh season for sure, but always a cycle in motion, back towards the warmth of spring.
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Yep we know it’ll come back around soon!
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“seasons are cyclical so
we just pedal faster.” – love this!
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Thanks so much!
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Love this especially; “the skies echo the sun’s brushstrokes and compete for my attention.” Gorgeously rendered 😀
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Thanks so much 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it!
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Beautiful imagery of autumn. 🙂
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Thanks so much 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂
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I still work from home… and biking all seasons used to be my thing… pedal faster, yes that’s the way to overcome cold.
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Feeling the winter vibe creep in here, great write! 😍
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Come on, Spring! 🙂
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Agreed!
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And then Summer! 🙂
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