Campfire

The campfire logs,
	glowing red
		 in the middle
Flow steam
 		 and water sap	
from the outside ends.

They fall 
	to ash
		and glow
While we sing
  to the world.


Some huddle together
	as night winds 
		trouble
The aspen trees.

Hoot owls
	add a note
		and
Snapping twigs
   another,
  but eventually
The song is over	
and
The burnt coals
  are covered
And patted down.

The wind sings
 the final verse
		and stars
Make blue fire points
in the sky.