Poem Category: Camping

camping
the magpie songs
not meant to welcome

camping
shade after shade
inching longer

camping
another hunt squeals
out of the forest

camping
the quietness alone
a sundown brings

camping
as I breathe them–
the breath of trees

camping
where the owl left
a handful of stars

camping
the stars take their time
from a Dark Matter

camping
I can’t see
with Dad’s wisdom

camping
the touch of freckles
over Laurel’s skin

camping
even as I slap mosquitoes
the buzz of the fire