*A swizzle at dusk , a Wild Turkey rush , the crunch of frozen grass , the songbird hush , the Sun setting fast in the 'Bama blush
Oaks racked in the throes -
of numbing Winter
Morbid , gray day dreamscapes
The call to dinner*
*An Atlanta stove ,
Where coffee warms
A brass nutcracker , a bucket of pecans
Windows drizzled , the house would whistle
Columbus grits and country ham
Buttermilk biscuits with peach jam* ...
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
*A swizzle at dusk , a Wild Turkey rush , the crunch of frozen grass , the songbird hush , the Sun setting fast in the 'Bama blush
Oaks racked in the throes -
of numbing Winter
Morbid , gray day dreamscapes
The call to dinner*
*An Atlanta stove ,
Where coffee warms
A brass nutcracker , a bucket of pecans
Windows drizzled , the house would whistle
Columbus grits and country ham
Buttermilk biscuits with peach jam* ...
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