Only These Four Words

only quiet these woods
bark green leaves, smell
of jasmine is everything
we wished for this

only ocean gray waters
sand sun toes touch
cold salt wet time
here on winter beach

only nature and words
my notebook of memories
we walked up mountain
your eyes forever sky

only everything, this air
we breathe in together
life, all of it
will go on forever

End of Camping

one night i sat
up trying to count
tent time, evenings in
lean-tos, sleeping bags
on dew covered earth
after backpacking, hiking, driving
away from city streets

to forest trees, mountains
summer storms, coastal sunrises
and there were dozens
maybe two hundred of
these star-filled moon
skies with campfire sparked
memories of younger days

when injured vertebrae were
stronger and slumber more
easily arrived, now nearing
50, i feel the chapter’s
end coming, but a story
written in god’s nature
will always dwell within