Cool spring mornings,
waiting for the scent of new dew
and the rustling sound of deer
waking from sound sleep in the brush.
Spent campfire coals
ashes left from hours spent
pondering nothing but the stars
the goodness of a warm fire,
the grace of a soft bed roll
and the redemptive power of water
set aside for morning ablutions
in the sacred washing bowl.
Location:Cincinnati,OH