This is where I want to be right now …
With a nice warm cup of campfire coffee
and some warmer weather …
The fire crackling. Popping.
Dancing in the breeze.
Your fingers brushing through the branches above.
The scent pine flowing over me.
A mountain stream skipping and cascading over rock and stone,
swirling around fallen limbs, sing a song just for me.
Birds flitting from tree to tree.
Squirrels playfully gathering nuts.
An eagle soaring way high up above.
Oh, what endless love
you have for me.
~ poem “Endless Love” by Michael Traveler, author/poet