Reflection on trees | Phillip Knight Scott

What hope grows in the throats

of reflected trees, wondrous wooded dreams

pooled together like a scarf spooled

down the back of a child,

not worried where it may wind up?


What are reflections if not homages

to something larger, perhaps a portal

for Autumn winds to escort colorful leaves

like thread, drawing a home

wherever they may wind up?

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,

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, August 2022


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