Get Your Premium Membership

We Love Campfires

We love to light campfires in the mountains…especially in the Fall In the cool of the evening…our fires are warm…and cozy… they are intimate…and small. A campfire has the power to mesmerize…to relax us for a while… as we sit and watch it’s colors change…we close our eyes…and smile. I love watching the flames leap into the air…in the silence of the night seeing the faces of friends and family…illuminated by its light. There is magic in a campfire…in the way it casts a spell taking us to the place within our memory where other campfires dwell. Suddenly we’ve moved…we’re not sitting at the same campfire anymore. We’re children telling stories…toasting marshmallows…making s’mores. And we realize it’s not just this campfire we love…it’s all the campfires we’ve amassed and that a campfire’s special gift is how it links to all the campfires of our past. And we remember with fondness a time…when we were more innocent and free when nothing else mattered in our lives… but a campfire… friends and family.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things