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Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit “My Dwindling Woodpile”
This post is a “three-fer”:
WeeklyPhoto Challege: Habit
Studio 30+: Locked
Trifextra Weekend Challenge: Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm. This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.
As fall settles in, the daily routine of going out to the woodpile to retrieve logs for a much-needed, house-warming fire, becomes a habit. Each morning, in slippers and bathrobe, I brave the cold morning mist to replenish the hearth-side log bin. After locking the door behind me, I settle in to kindle a fire from the smoldering ashes of last night’s blaze. It seems that the god of the woodpile has made an agreement with the goddess of the hearth, as each log changes hands, becoming the fire bed, sending woodsy fragrance into the clear blue sky. The gods smile, as Mother Nature breathes a contented sigh. I hope you enjoy my triple-purposed poem.
“Dwindling Woodpile”
Predawn chill seeps in,
Slippered soles slip out,
Log-laden limbs return,
Locked door behind,
Kindling warmth within.Gods of ‘woodpile’ and ‘hearth’
Content, as booty
(lichened logs)
Changes hands:
Nature’s balance, intact.
16 Comments on “Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit “My Dwindling Woodpile””
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Picture perfect-loved this Joanne:-)
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Thanks Atreyee.another chilly…time for a fire!
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:-)Yes,must be-in India,in the region I live(East) this is the most pleasant time till around Feb:-)
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Nice, cozy poem.
It made me think of the “wood that warms twice”.
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Beautiful and nostalgic. A very lovely poem!
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Thanks, Christine! Life energy changing hands, but never gone, just transformed.
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Hearth warming god.
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Yes…she/he and the woodpile god have a thing goin’ on😊
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This is great, I really feel those gods working together in your poem. Thanks for linking up and don’t forget to come back and vote!
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Thanks…I’ll be there! Thanks for an interesting prompt.
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I’m amazed at your ability to say so much with words…and your photographs are “spot on”. BTW, which comes first, photo or words?
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Usually, photo comes first. If I’m responding to a challenge I’ll scan my photos or take a new one that seems relevant, and then use it as inspiration. It’s weird. Often I don’t know where the words will take me until I get there. Definitely weird! Thanks Ronnie!
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Clever and resourceful…love it!
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Thank you. It gets tricky when you try to modify a post to suit several purposes…but this one came easily.
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you make wish i had a fireplace, i want to burn god’s wood too. i feel the truth in this love it eileen
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And every time I light a fire, I remember a Daddy’s trick…stacks of three…two on bottom, one on top, like a pyramid. Works every time!
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