Monday, August 23, 2010

As the nights grow longer

As the nights grow longer and the dew
falls heavy, soon resembling frost, we move
inside from the tent at night, but now

I cannot sleep, suffocated by these pressing,
airless walls. The tent’s chill maw

hangs dark and empty in the lonely yard,
chewing memories of shivers and stories

of the summer bedtime ritual, the warming
of the blankets with our own sleek sun-rubbed limbs.

Rachel Westfall
August 23, 2010


Carrie Burtt said...

Rachel this is a beautiful poem of memories. Thank you for sharing it with us. :-)

Woman in a Window said...

And now I am shamed for not sleeping outdoors once this summer. But soon. We camp later this week.

It is good to read you.


RachelW said...

Carrie, thank you!

Erin, we slept outside all summer. We camped for 2 weeks, then when we got home, I found I just couldn't sleep inside. We moved back inside for a couple of nights this past weekend, but it was just awful. We are back in the tent again. It rained all night, and all is well. :) I hope you enjoy the camping.

Rob-bear said...

The summer's tent,
well-used but now abandoned,
sits forlorn, empty, alone —
the lingering smells
inviting inquisitive Bears.

RachelW said...

Ah Rob-Bear; you are a poet!

christopher said...

Finding My Way

So what I'm trying
to do is find the way to you
whether it's summer
nights camped outdoors
or winter's chill dim indoor
days and nights that go
forever, ever
on and on, slaying
my thoughts of winding bear trails
and your honey trees.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

What a lovely weaving of words - love the assonance and soft "s" sounds. There is a magical allure to this. I want to read it again and again.

Leonie Lemphers said...

I've often thought of camping out all summer, but never did. Sleeping in a tent at home now... hmmm, an idea worth considering. Sounds like you had a lovely time of it. I hope the weather hold for you a little longer :)