Camping

Campfire light to write
in sounds of river flow
thoughts grow
toward serenity ...
unity.

As long as it doesn't rain
all will stay
as in a picture frame.

River camp by sleeping turtle rocks
as pattern shadows ancient
relfect new light by
coleman lanterns.

Morning light gray.
Gray skies, gray rocks now fat
shape sleeping turtles.
Buzz of crickets, twitter birds
and ever present river
hypnotic in its roar.

Pine green,
chartreuse, olive and
lemon lime
soothe eyes dulled by
city concrete.
Pyramid pines lie flat
in the distance against the
slate gray-green sky.

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