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Fall Illumination: Campfire

Sep 01, 2016 06:37PM ● By Melanie Heisinger


By Bill Rozday 

Wrapped up in layers –
Conifer boughs pale in fire glow,
Cool scent of dampness,
Hemlocks night-green in the blackness
Soothing the brook’s gurgling course
Into a long sheet of sound,
Star-sprinkled velvet
To which time arises
In remaining night to finish its fire,

The time of this camp has spiraled upward
For hours in ticking sparks
of orange-ringed generations of flaming cherry
until the orange of moon
coals is polished bright
And the day was bright
And the bed is bright,
Past, present, future heaped on the ground.


Bill wrote this poem 40 years ago about a campout in Pennsylvania.

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