Poem Category: Camping.

open tent
a dove’s quick wing
followed by a hawk

open tent
framing the river
the moon glides on

open tent
my eyes split in
the cracks of dawn

lake camping
all the fireflies
of the other side’s

camping
the smells of the forest
mixes with rain

camping
a fallen blue-Gum
bridges the river

camping
these meteor tails
should have a sound

camping
our coffee cups in
a gathering of trees

camp fire
before the dusk falls
to shooting stars

camping
a bee hive
being vocal to our smoke