For visually challenged writers, the image shows a deserted path through the woods, carpeted with the fallen leaves of autumn.
“Copper Penny Path”
“Copper Penny Path”, is the primary place to be,
I pull-on my hiking boots and grab my favorite fleece hoody.
Inhale the crisp autumn air, feel the slightest mist linger there
but I’m protected by a canopy of crimson, orange, and gold
although thousands of leaves line the forest floor.
A crow caws out to me, ‘or, at least I’d like to think’
suddenly his wings soar by, of shiny blackish ink.
The autumn days are numbered before the winter frost,
at least I had this moment, before this season was lost.