For Quadrille Monday at dVerse. A poem in any form of exactly 44 words using the prompted word which Lillian has given us: spoil or a variant of spoil, not a synonym.
Golden Leaves
“The journey is part of the experience – an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent.” Anthony Bourdain
Our woods are filled with golden trees – poplar, oak, hickory. The leaves begin to fall covering the road, spoiling the view of the blacktop. Spicy smells scent the air.
gold leaves swirl to earth –
squirrels hunt for hidden nuts –
hawks watch them with care
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