Contrails drift across the full moon,
like from a Halloween witches broom,
the clouds are furrowed like a garden,
as they blow soft shadows harden.

Gleaming light from the sea of tranquility,
the smoke blows and curls with fluidity,
so bright out here no flashlight needed,
nights normal darkness has been impeded.

The campfire heats,
the soles of my feet,
wintertimes coldness,
I wish to cheat.

On this night,
so clear and bright,
let's go cuddle up
and say goodnight.