That cottage at Boucherons*

That cottage at Boucherons
Just beside those woods
Could have been for us perfect
To make out our love, watching birds
Taking flight to the Sky from their nests
Loving the beauty of their life,
That cottage at Boucherons
Would have been one way
For us to feel the serene and
The  blessed one, who is present
In every form of Nature's unfolding,
In fields, meadows, wastelands,
In flowers, trees, forests of pine and birch,
In streams and rivers and oceans,
And in human and other creatures;

That cottage at Boucherons
Would surely bring us closer, home.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached by  Jean Baptiste Camille Corot, titled 'le cottage de boucherons'.)


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