The Woods At Night

Smoke from the campfire drifts high overhead

the coals burning brightly in shades of red;

a babbling brook and a gentle breeze

with shadows growing deep

behind tall leafy trees.

 

the crackling of twigs and the rustling of leaves

 

the white tailed deer beginning to feed;

the moon is rising shining it’s light,

all is peaceful and calm

in the woods this night.

 

Reviews

[Woody]

beautiful poem. love the details. made me feel I was there.
I've never known the joy of spending the night in the woods, under the stars. heck, I've never been to any woods, come to think of it.

[Dara]

Oh you don't know what you are missing :-) I am honored you felt like you were though. Thank you!

[Samuel Dickens]

This is just lovely. I spent so much of my youth in the outdoors, exploring the creeks and woods and sleeping under the stars. I guess I'm too old and wimpy to do it now, but at least I can still go in my imagination--especially so when someone leads me there as you have.

[Dara]

There is nothing like it! I am glad my poem brought you there :-)

[Abigail]

Beautiful! I enjoyed it even though I hate the woods and I've never been camping LOL. I thought about going "glamping" once but I'd be terrified at night. Great poem though!

[Dara]

Thank for your wonderful comment. I love the term "glamping" :-)