Among Copper Leaves

Charmed Chaos

Strolling a quiet path on an autumn day 
with naught but bright song of an oriole
Brilliant plumage hidden among copper leaves
his song wafting on the halcyon breeze

This is what feeds my dog-tired soul 
listening to soothing sounds of nature 
the heavy thud of green acorns dropping
Ground squirrels gathering them with abandon

To live our dream, perchance to see 
our forever home waiting ’round the bend
a quiet old cottage nestled among tall trees
where we will laugh and love ’til our days end

dVerse Poetics:Three Little Words

Author’s Note:The three words I chose to use from Sarah’s choices are: Feed.Quiet.Copper

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