In the Woods Camping
Tip your head and stare skyward.
The tallest firs one can see.
Small clearing for a campfire.
At the wooded edge.
Sun beams down upon the path.
Gives one last splash of color.
Forest's palette to enjoy.
Now the night sets in.
Blanket of stars,crisping air.
Stir of creatures in the dark.
Calm silence and cricket song.
Nature's symphony.
written by Deb Wilson
Tuesday December 25th,2012
for contest "Natural Dodoitsu"
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2012
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