The darkened sky cradles the horizon
Like an old quilt with tiny holes
Where the light of the stars
Were able to leak into the night
My smoke filled eyes refocus
Upon the burning logs just yonder
Of my hanging marshmellows
I readjust the blanket wrapped
Around my chilled shoulders from the
Nippy breeze that teases in the late hours of night
I climb into the tent
Cuddle into my sleeping bag while
The sounds of nature
Overthrow my thoughts |
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