Poem Category: Camping.

camping
the touch of freckles
over Laurel’s skin

camping
even as I slap mosquitoes
the buzz of the fire

camping
even as the fire starts
a sizzle of rain

camping
found in the fire
the scent of lemon Gums

camping
the silence in
the nearness of dawn

camping
thunder shakes the tent
in its ropes

open tent
the quietly searching
moon’s face

camping
birds will be birds
such chatter about dawn

camp fire
a full moon
searches the trees

camp fire
our waterfall showers
dried without towels