Poem Category: Camping.

afternoon prize
we paddle beside
a porpoise

horizon Sun
tacking starboard
to the darker shore

raked campfire
a little
of our Galaxy

camping out
the waterfall pool
flashed by lightning

morning colours
the sounds of an eagle
from mountains high

more like breaths
just flicking this lure
at the trout stream

sipping my coffee
in this falling place
sitting under trees

trout
plucking the falls
from autumn

bobbing
falls of autumn
the rainbow trout

thunder then the silence
moving its light
about Laurel’s eyes