Of men and wood smoke

Of men and wood smoke…

It does not matter from where it originates or more
to the point why
yet life is a light of a fire against an echoing backdrop
where it drifts against the sky

It causes  the mind to lose it’s place in the book
and descend silently to the ground
That’s when my mind truly awakens
and senses that there’s a fire somewhere around

And it could just be that I started it myself and await
the magic of the smoke
Or it could be someone else’s fire
who’s scent arrives in silent cloak

It matters not from where the smoke has come
for it takes over all of my dreams
My mind begins to travel with the rising column
smoke by any means

 Up in the Montana’s peaks where the cattle ranches
lay low along the rivers bony edges
perhaps down in Colorado in the wild lands
back among the forest’s ledges

An Arizona sage brush fire to warm the
chilly desert night
Or new Mexico’s Gila forest where a ponderosa
burns just right

Ahh but I will always love the scent of fire

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

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