Tag: fate

  • firewood

    the fate of a tree brings a curious twist
    starting as seed
    on wind, through mist
    tucked into the soil
    spattered with rain
    sprouting and growing new heights to attain
    shrugging snow, budding leaf
    basking summers often brief
    sunlit evenings casting long shadows
    brilliant colours before even more snows
    year after year, decades pass, seasons withdraw
    until fate arrives
    as a wind
    or a flame
    or a saw
    to be hewn and moved
    lugged, logged and planed
    milled into geometrically linear grained
    lumber.
    or not.
    maybe nothing more than a log for a fire
    split
    axed
    set hot
    aflame and a flame to admire
    to warm hands
    hearts
    and cook sizzling food
    a curious twisting fate
    from tree to fire wood.

    – bardo

    A cubic meter of firewood landed on my front lawn yesterday and I spent well over an hour carting and stacking it while feeling a bit bittersweet on the fate of these trees to become fuel for my future backyard fires rather than, say, lumber for the doghouse that I built a couple weeks ago.

    I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction, poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead, Wordy Wednesdays give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.