Beauty! Isn't it amazing how wonderful the smell of burning wood is -- in contrast to burning leaves? We used to have a little cabin-shaped incense burner, but I guess I prefer my aromatherapy atomizer more now. The smell of drying (or popping) corn is also very evocative. Thanks for the nice poem!
Thanks for the comments. I am glad you enjoyed. In a way the campfires were a ritual. Sitting throughout the night in silence awaiting the birth of a foal made it a sacred experience.
Well, what a sacred experience! Waiting for the birth of a foal. Smoke and embers curling up towards the sky from the campfire in the night, awakening the thoughts of some ritual...Beautiful, Debbie. I love the atmosphere.
Debbie--I love the spiritual notion of Man's actions interacting with all that has gone before, becoming one with the limitless universe. Beautiful haiku and a wonderful read.
Thanks everyone for your kind comments. I struggle with posting my writing, and feel it never does justice to the reality or sentiment it is created to depict.
Good to visit with you here today. Outside - Ohio - chilly again, and grey. Sitting with all around your fire We Gatherites, dreaming of Something Higher.
I work as a lay-reader and sub-deacon so i know exactly what this is about. I alwasy stick my head in the incense cabinet for the rosinous smells in there... i always did want to swing the thurible tho... but i'm not the thurifer... sigh...
Very good haiku, Debbie. The sounds express the images quite effectively, too, looking down at the embers, then being drawn up "high into night," and then the inner stirring.
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In a way the campfires were a ritual. Sitting throughout the night in silence awaiting the birth of a foal made it a sacred experience.
Peter, I don't think there is a higher compliment. Thank you.
Pamela, thank you. I am glad it conveyed a complete experience.
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Outside - Ohio - chilly again, and grey.
Sitting with all around your fire
We Gatherites, dreaming of Something Higher.
beautiful and simple... as it ought be... lovely.