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?
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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?
Selected by the editor as a featured submission, August 2022