Night

The sky is deep black
The harder you try to look
The less you see

Burning stars are but small
silvery specks high above
sparing no light

The air is now chilled
raw and crisp
The days heat a mere ghost

I pull my sweatshirt
tighter around me
and lean into the warmth

The campfire the only comfort
the flames hypnotize me
dancing, leaping and twirling

The wood crackles
as its girth succumbs to the heat
popping and crackling

I can feel its breath
escaping from the pit
trying to reach me

Before the cold mountain air
Sweeps it away
Warmth as distant as the morning