White

Oh is such the scent
Of the blanket of rotting leaves
Still wet and damp, so flat
From the dew of morning’s breath
Carried away with the breeze

The silent Aspens drip their scent
Dangling their leaves that spin
They silently flap and glisten
Teaching you how to listen

Early morning never lasted so long
As you creep through the droopy trees
Where the whitetail tiptoe through
Blending in with the skin of the Earth
Some you’ll never see

The scent of fall, brings you around
Back to youth, and near lost memories
A rush of adrenaline
Norepinephrine
As strong as the mighty bear
As soft as the cottontail

Him too, you smell
See tracks and his poo, hidden so well
But you, in the pursuit
Have learned to see the signs
The ones so small, meaningless to some
But ensure the spark of life in those
Who hunt the tender white spirits
The ones who dance through trees
Eluding you with ease

Oh how silly,
That the smell of poo
Breathes life into you!
But oh my, that smell of leaves
Blended with the trees
Oh that smell
Of the hunter’s fall