Autumn In Tennessee
October come with its
shades of orange
September ends
Harvest moon
once again
Soon
Silence in the
Shushed
Smokehouse
Crackle of a hunters boot
Through the trees
Puffing and pumping
Mixed with clouds of hot air
A fawn and doe chase
The wind lighter
Hillsides shadowed
Red and brown
A gunshot
Echoed in cool grey skies
Burnt to the lungs
Sound of birds
leaving south
In time for tobacco
Dried Blood
Copyright © Blaze Beaty | Year Posted 2020
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