October waning
Tent and bedroll complete camp
Darkness comes early
Ghost stories chill air
Blackened marshmallows from past
Dwindling wood supply
Cold air seeps inside
Firelight flickers through tent walls
Memories maintain
Bones chill in wee hours
Mummy sack zipped under chin
Crows wake dawn-early
Bass in Elkhorn wait
Baited hook drops into creek
Peace at end of line
Donna J. Slone
Lexington