Copper beech sheds its umber
(ella) shade with metallic flourish;
leaf by burnished leaf they gather,
littering the path
and forming rusty puddles
in the bird-bath.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #179, where Grace is hosting. She reminded us about the planned D’verse Anthology and mentioned the issue of plagiarism, before sharing a gorgeous poem by Sara Teasdale, a new poet for me, so thank you Grace.