Chimney Smoke

My friend Sophia on pilgrimage in India told me that smoke enhances meditation and cleans the aura. While I am not a traditional mediator, I have begun to pay more attention to the feel of wood smoke falling over me. It showed up in this poem on a rainy, cool day. Enjoy the poem and a calming fire (where there is no danger of forest fires).

Chinmey Smoke

Chimney Smoke

Chimney smoke
lingers in the ash leaves
over the woodshed
suspended like white mist
blessing the trees from whence it came.
Woodsmoke that distinctive incense,
smell of released energy
expanded into heat
pushing the last vestiges
of dampening summer
out of the cabin.
Sitting among the blessed trees
living on them like winter fat
we too are calm and fat
our auras blessed
by back-draft
every time a log is added
to the cast iron belly.

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Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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