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
