Tag Archives: Wood Smoke

Inside our Outside

Camp Fire

Crystal still pond ripples a stone’s throw
Circling caught the eyes of the owl glow
Sun begins to set moon starting to grow
Starts the evenings’ music of the crows

A bass slaps his tail and teases I’m free
Our eyes lock mingling breath, a sweet Chablis
Cuddling fire, holding hands and touching knees
Wood smoke, fire and silence meet our decree

© 2011 Michael Yost