Acorn hat

Within the branches of the oak,

sits Mr. Bluebird with an acorn hat.

He tells the windy branches,

all about his grand adventures,

as the sunshine dances like a symphony

upon his wings…

The oak listens,

while gusts blow the fallen leaves,

across the beloved gardens of autumn,

spinning like the tales of Mr. Bluebird.

 

– Elizabeth Béliveau

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