Solitude

Disk of white, like a tusk in the sky
lingers between the canopy
of jewels, white, blinking yellow haze

Collapsing, it locks me in intimate embrace,
and I feel the coolness turn to warmth
wrapped around my shoulders
like a cloak or jacket of a lover
fearing a frosty death of its world

I inhale the smoky fumes of the fire,
as they arise from the coal-ish crust
of the marshmallow dipped in rattling flame

My eyes give in, and close so softly
as their lashes brush my plumped cheeks
And I listen to the murmurs of the creek beyond,
the swaying hair of the weeping willows
playing with the flowing waters

All rest beyond the heavy flaps of their tents,
not knowing the wonder of love
escaping from the very heart of nature

*Note: LTFR club contest, about camping