Autumn’s fiery face

Autumn’s fiery face
shifts and ripples across the woods,
catching and snagging
the lips of Summer
in a blushing kiss.

A tiny patch of red leaves among the green,
scorching and kindling
A rhodochromatic fire.

It starts softly,
Then rages across the land,
Not destroying but creating.

Dropping the leaves quietly on the ground,
Nests for beetles and fungi,
Worms and larvae,
Breaking them down for compost
To feed new life.


© 2021, Yvonne Aburrow


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Inglenook

By granny’s fire
Burning driftwood.
The dancing flames
Were green and blue.

Fire in the hearth:
The flaming heart
Of an old house,
Place of magic.

A rare fine thing
Seen in old pubs,
Often taken,
Cosy, enclosed,

Liminal place,
Shadowy space,
The inglenook.


A quadrille on the theme of the inglenook, suggested by DVerse. Hat-tip to The Skeptic’s Kaddish.

Featured image: Fireplace by José Claudio Guima on Pixabay (public domain).


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