Campfires rage in a steel cold night.

Coffee by the fireside and music that is right.

The hush of the fog makes everything else stand still

The moonbeam through the fir trees make the darkness more real.

Just inside the cabin window there a canteen on the shelf

Left behind from the day he said, “I have to find myself”

Securing the canoe at the concrete buoy to leave it at the dock

They took the night to sit together and forget about the clocks.

They didn’t give a damn when the awoke and found that they were there all night

They looked at one another and laughed at the pain because love had made it all right.

jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon