Poem Category: Camping

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

camp fire
the wings an owl folds
in shadows