Poem Category: Camping

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

camp fire
our tent’s shade
joins the mountain

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

open tent
my dog
inhales the stranger

open tent
mountain–
parts of the snow left behind