the wind came up and laid me down
huddled inside the sleeping bag
stealth camping hidden away
pines touching their toes in the wind
color blowing off the evergreens
onto the formerly brown ground now green
weather forecast right for once
wind chill mighty chilly - mighty chilly
wind whistling like a whistler painting
don’t like whistling or people that whistle
or people for that matter
fell asleep and woke in the morning
with a dusting of snow on me bag
shake it off /// shake it off -- cold refreshing
a large limb fell about two foot from me
never heard a thing
wouldn’t be alive if it would have hit me
make a fire with pieces of aforementioned dead limb
for some bitter coffee to drink
with my nutritious beef jerky to eat
time now to meander around the woods
no flight plan filed
