It’s likely I’m in Autumn. The leaves reflect the glint
of the sun — lower in the sky though still creating
a schism in the heavens — golden light among
yellow and red foliage. I hang a bit lower these days.
Maybe I even glow a bit less bright — dimmed
.
over the years though still resolved in my journey —
silver hair replacing livelier colors.
I aged without consent, unsure how to ask the sun
to find a new pastime — one that doesn’t revolve around
changing seasons and forcing cheese into mold.
Phillip Knight Scott is a native of Durham, North Carolina, where he lives with his wife and son. He has published one book of poetry, Paint the Living, Plant the Dead, and one novel, The Alien in the Backseat, which can be found along with new poems on his website, phillipknightscott.com.
Selected by the editor as a featured submission, May 2022
Whispers and Echoes 
Love “aged without consent.” Yes!
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‘I hang a bit lower these days’, beautiful. Loved this autumn poem.
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