Dying Campfire Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Dying Campfire



Trails of smoke lift from the glowing embers
traveling a slow twisting path… thinning
and fading into the cooling fog of November
smokey scents cling… my eyes are stinging

12/28/2010

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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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