campfire memories

Soft white pine needles
Have a way
Of smoking:

Crackling first
Then plumes of white wispy
Faces form,
Smoke so dense and peering
From soft pine logs you
Hope to light,
 
Faces of smoke
That drift long and thin,
Long after pine needles
Have extinguished,
Long after you have gone to bed.

20 thoughts on “campfire memories

  1. lovely comments you guys, thank you!! this was written after camping and finding out about a friend's death and staring into the fire and seeing how all our lives are intertwined and how memories will continue to gaze through the smoke and haze of life…….

  2. lovely comments you guys, thank you!! this was written after camping and finding out about a friend's death and staring into the fire and seeing how all our lives are intertwined and how memories will continue to gaze through the smoke and haze of life…….

  3. This is a wonderful poem – in its observations, using all the textures and sensuous information to pull one into the scene with taste, smell, touch, dreaminess, and wonder! Well done.

  4. This is a wonderful poem – in its observations, using all the textures and sensuous information to pull one into the scene with taste, smell, touch, dreaminess, and wonder! Well done.

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