At last the shivering stops
as the sleeping bag, air mattress
and tent warm from body heat.
Later I stumble from the dark tent
into a full moon, coldly glowing
over a forest of silhouette trees and
a deafening silence broken only
by the call of a distant Barred Owl.
The silver stream of piss steams as
it splatters on the ground; a quick shake,
then bag to a warm bag to sleep till dawn
which brings blue sky and a south wind
to fan a reluctant campfire and heat
a soon to boil kettle of coffee water.
A pair of loons surface, close enough
to see the bars of their necklaces, before
they disappear under the dark water.
As the sun crests the eastern hill, I move to
the shore to greet it, basking in its warmth
slowly spinning like a Crookes’ sun mill.
Categories:
crookes, imagery, nature,
Form: Free verse
there everywhere
so be a ware
this i like to share
in banks some wear pink
they make loans
take your home
full of tricks
so be quick don't get fixx
or hook
theyer
WHITE COLLAR CROOKES
Categories:
crookes, adventure, confusion, depression,
Form: Light Verse