Poem Category: Camping.

open tent
white trapped moth…
I watch the spider begin

open tent
a sunrise in the Gum trees
stepping out

camping
last cling to earth…
a Gum tree fells a younger

camping
a net of stars
cradles the moon

camp site
a patch of burnt bush
wears waving new leaves

weekend camp
touching wildflowers
I cannot know the nectars they hold

camping
the colours of dawn
an incoming tide

camp fire
stirring the coals
I fall to a dream

camping
even in magpie songs
a cricket adds hers

open tent
at a dream’s edge
the caw of crows