Camp

I.

It’s cold and damp.
Skin crawling in waves.
Seeking solace afront a blaze.
Heading off to fuel the night.
Pins in feet from watered socks.
My coat left at camp to warm my soul.
Moonlight dodging between the growth.
Lighted paths unclear further on.

II.

Arms full and aching.
Last effort to keep my soul at peace.
Shivering slows my steps.
Muscles tense from biting air.
Same air clawing at my soul.
Must push forward.
Glowing highlights the earth.
Wood drops faster than collected.

III.

Oak placed askew atop each piece.
Breeze changes attitude to help.
The warmth begins to heal my soul.
Stars become orange and dance.
Blankets replace my coat.
It’s becoming too late to give in.
Long night worth keeping us warm.
Under prepared keeps me true.

IV.

Fire fills the walls.
Nothing left to fight.
The natural beauty sings it’s song.
Alone.
Just us.
Sing it again.
My soul draws closer.
Together again.