Dark nights, autumnal rituals,
flickering gaze across the campfire.
Heat rises in anticipation,
bluish-limbs warm under blankets
as pastel-lips sip pre-cooled beer.
Glassy eyes searching for adventure,
thirsty mouths seeking company
for a while, before reality arrives
along with the sluggish sunrise
putting an end to it all.
So, we fish for compliments
in the pool we know well.
Anything is possible
when the fire burns low
and temperatures rise
in the woods, tonight.