Awash in serendipity – Phillip Knight Scott



Nothing but serenity, or
perhaps the full force
of the sun softly rising
amid dew-covered grass
as I revel in reverie
where dreams unfold
in reverse – revealing a
beginning while the
real world waits.


I saw the magic (
such things exist
) appear as
the warmth of two
arms engulf what
remains undeniably
awash in serendipity.


Waking, I
step into the
sunlight while
wishful words
drop, simultaneous
incantations –
white on another
winter grass.

You can read more of Phillip’s writing at Reverie in reverse

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