Night Camp

On a dark dewy dampened night Stars sparkle above my campsite A thick brisk breeze blows through Toggles my tent nearly in two Hunched I stand to unzip me out Tent too cramped without a doubt Wind blows my hair against my face Zipping it closed with precise haste Stepping on top of fallen pine needles Barefoot I pray there are no beetles Marveling the stars unerringly strewn Against a black sky accenting the moon Inhaling the crispness of the night Decreases my grief with cogent might Exhaling those troubles kept deep inside This evening drenches a dreary façade Loquacious crickets chirp steady songs Forcing resolve to end the day’s wrongs The scent of jasmine lingering on Allows my spirit to sing its song Undoubtedly camping feels so right On a dark dewy dampened night~