October

It's early October,
the leaves are changing to copper.
The air is cool and crisp.
You wake before dawn and head
for the mountains, bow in hand.
You reach the tree that securely
holds your stand, you climb.
As you reach the seat you sit just as
day begins to break in the horizon, and the
birds begin to chirp as they wake from a night of silence.
You watch the squirrels run and chase another
beneath you on the ground below.
Waiting patiently for that trophy buck
to walk your way, you can't help to think,
this must be Heaven on Earth.

It's early October, and
the leaves are changing to copper.