Night’s Respite

Orange and red – dance the flames

Damp logs – low whistles release

As wood more seasoned crackles and pops

In a distant tree an owl lets loose a screech

Breaking the sense of nocturnal peace

A blanket unrolls before the blaze

In anticipation of rest at end of day –

A brief repose now the day is done

Journey continues with rising sun


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