Late October Camping in The Sawtooths by Gary Snyder

Sunlight climbs the snowpeak
     glowing pale red
Cold sinks into the gorge
     shadows merge.
Building a fire of pine twigs
     at the foot of a cliff,
Drinking hot tea from a tin cup 
     in the chill air--
Pull on a sweater and roll a smoke.
     a leaf
     beyond fire
Sparkles with nightfall frost.

~ from A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology 
of Poetry. Edited by Czelaw Milosz, (Harcourt Brace & Co, 1996