KindledDeathOutdoors

I was sitting outside the other evening (this was before archery season had opened up here in Georgia) watching my son and daughter run around in the back yard. It was the golden hour and it was the first evening since summer set in that I felt fall in the air.
Later that night after we put the kids to bed I stayed up after my wife had fallen asleep and started writing.
As it always goes with my writing, I had no idea what I was going to write about or how good it would be once I was finished or if it would ever be completed.
After a few broken lines of poetry (I guess you could call it that) a shut the Mac and fell asleep.
Over the next week, with opening weekend only a few days away, again I found myself in the backyard with my kids, only this time I was shooting my bow. As I walked to the 3D target with my daughter (she likes helping pull the arrows out) I felt fall on the breeze yet again.
That night, with more direction than before, I stayed up late again and wrote this short poem.
After finishing it, I felt compelled to put it over a video.
This is the final piece.
Please let me know if you if you enjoy it. It isn't very long at all.