The campfire shuffle.

The moon was waxing to 3 quarters full,
oak trees shod of their
leaves would rattle in the breeze.
and fir trees cast moon shadows.
Below 40 degrees the fire pulses
up and down in time to adding wood
and it being consumed.
The shins are closest and being perpendicular
to the radiant vector are first to
complain when they get to hot
causing me to shuffle the camp chair back
a foot or two. As the fire dies down
a bit the shins tell me to shuffle

back in.