I remember the season's first frost, a layer of ice crystals blankets the ground.
Corbett’s arrival signals summer’s end, while  
Sorbet's chill absorbing all pain
The camper wanders beneath the starlit sky, never staying long.  
They all came like waves sent by you Steady in their flow, yet erratic in direction.
Who rolled the sand beneath our feet,  
Only for it to be swept away by time?  
For I, the hoarder of frozen moments,  
Took flight in the quiet air, untouched by the world's fray,Honoring the camper’s brief, free journey