crackling air
her eyes
catch fire

crackling fire
huddling for warmth
never closer

Gaia wraps her arms tightly 
her child grows 
ever colder 

morning birds chirps
soft dew
covers my tent

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

campout rain stops
first the crickets
then tree frogs

cricket chorus
snap . . . I step
on a stick

sunset
we find the flashlight
for ghost stories

the familiar crunch
bicycle tires on gravel
annual camping trip

TOP half champion

CHAMPION
 

BOTTOM half champion

soaked marshmallows
damp wood
only smoke

flicker, crackle, pop
my once white marshmallow
now charred 

fire burns bright
tents all set up
stars shining above

wrapped up in a blanket
sleeping under
a sky full of stars

bottom champion