3874

open tent
the quietly searching
moon’s face

3873

camping
birds will be birds
such chatter about dawn

3872

camp fire
a full moon
searches the trees

3871

camp fire
our waterfall showers
dried without towels

3870

camp fire
crackling into
the stars

3869

open tent
last in sunset…
the river passes on to night

3868

open tent
green and brown caterpillar
in a beak

3867

open tent
squeezed from a husk
the moth dilates her wings

3866

weekend camp
a feral cat
sniffs the meat

3865

open tent
a thump of thunder
popping her eyes out