September! Yeah!

 

September
 
Fleecy-white clouds traverse deep-cerulean sky
Temperatures cooling as less warm days by-fly
 
Blue-winged teal begin their early migration
Pre-cursor fall winds stir still water gyration
 
Search place-secluded to hunt in populated world-slanted
Kind leather-faced farmer pronounces “Permission-granted”
 
Duck blind constructed with camouflage corn stalks
Lure in the dark-“V’s” with protracted duck-call talks
 
Watch the birds set their wings; get ready right now boys
A most beautiful show as they flair amongst set decoys
 
This good day has dawned and lived and gone
Red-setting sun chorus hums this hunter’s song
 
Tomorrow at sunrise in that chilly cold dew
Once more find treasure as onward fowl-flew
 
Ever southward to some ancient-calling nesting-place
Over white-cotton ball-puffs follow unseen sky-trace
 
While in the right-rhythm of God’s good clean-earth
Life-cycle continues with each new day’s dawn-birth
 
Amen!