Colors at dawn

Photo by Sue Vincent

What does one say to a sky
glowing in scarlet brilliance
at this early hour, blinking sleep
casting long shadows over dreams
half remembered, if all?

These vermilion pigments dance
among clouds, warming to the idea
of another day and whatever 
unwraps the blues of normalcy,
mundane. Routine.

I’ll not let this complexion slip
to ordinary, even as trees
envelop us in shade, days creep
shorter, and shadows — those 

dark false realities that smooth
us out to remove a dimension
on chilly, fallow ground — lurk
behind but never catch us.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Glow #writephoto

Seasons and colors change

Photo by Sue Vincent

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

Bring me fall

Fall birthdays are the best. Balloons
     seem superfluous to the colorful, animated
         trees – playing backdrop for the festive
             frolicing of friends and family –
painted with reds and oranges and yellows.
     Even the browns feel alive
         before jumping to the ground,
             smiling to their final resting place.

Give me red of rosy cheeks
     bitten by an autumn breeze.
Give me orange of pumpkin patch playgrounds
     alive with laughter.
Give me yellow of hayrides hopping
     down dusty roads removing harvest’s veil.

Bring me fall. Bring me bewitching days
     and crisp nights hinting
         at the cold to come, burning
             birthday candles lighting the way.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for the BrewNSpewCafe weekly prompt “festive” and Putting My Feet in the Dirt “harvest veil” and VJ’s Weekly Challenge #65 “smile

The harvest moon breathes

prompt image by Alexis Antonio on Unsplash

The harvest moon breathes
deep tonight, sharing spices
from the cornucopia of pumpkin oranges
and warm apple reds
cooling in the autumn breeze
tossing leaves through the air
like cinnamon confetti celebrating
another summer’s retreat.

As squirrels snack on acorn squash
preparing for the unflinching onslaught
of gray, dull winter, I sip
on apple cider awed
by the colors of nature confident
in this moment
the moon will never exhale
and fall will never dwindle.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for the BrewNSpew Cafe weekly challenge : “harvest moon”

Fallen leaves

Tucked beneath the fallen leaves,
autumn pokes a head out, unsure about this
particular odyssey as the fire
of one last surprising summer day whirls

among the wind and whispers of
winter mocking healthy pumpkins, waiting
with rotten thoughts of browns
before whites before whatever. For now

I’ll hide myself underfoot among those
crunchy reminders of winter’s ephemeral
whimsy while I taste sunlight’s sweet
sting, dusk closing its eyes at last.

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, with assistance from Putting My Feet in the Dirt (“fire whirls“) and the Word of the Day Challenge (“odyssey“).