The Autumn Burn
by L. Stewart Marsden
Do you smell that?
That smarvelous smoldering smoke
of the burning leaves of autumn?
A funeral pyre to the soft days of summer —
A beacon to woo the wild winds of winter;
A pungent spice to sprinkle
on gourds and squash and pumpkins and mincemeats?
To nestle with in woolen socks and cosy Afghan blankets?
Do you smell that?
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Let's find hope in our hopelessness
Moonlight through a cloud
CREATING A COMMUNITY OF AUTHORS SO THAT OUR STORIES MAY KINDLE THE IMAGINATIONS OF THE WORLD
Curiosity to Infinity
@the_straying_shadow. Wannabe storyteller.
Página web basada en el arte conceptual, poesía, noticias destacadas, análisis de múltiples temas sociales, económicos y políticos.
All I do is eat my fruits, scribble the deets and laugh a little louder :")
Windsor Latest News, Breaking Headlines & Sports
My WordPress Blog
Board Game Reviews, Reports, and Reflections.
Distinguished reader selectively reads
Exploring open roads without breaking the bank
How to cook "with visual instructions" "using familiar ingredients from your local grocery stores" healthy, traditional and delicious Japanese dishes!!
Living Life by Pursuing Christ
People, Places, Ideas, and More
When you are young , your thoughts are younger.
Seeking Solace in the Horizon of Life & Beyond.
Dare to Discover - Viajes, estilo de vida, medicina, libros y más
Reflections of Life
The home of all things books
Architecture & everything around it.
tips , tricks , advice's
Real gal on a real-world budget trying to balance a world of fashion and saving.
My beautiful World
Pursuing The Global MBA: A Personal Documentation On What Makes The Good Life.
I can't eat biscuits, but I have a better idea ...
by 
I do smell it, though it’s from my childhood in PA. What wonderful memories.
LikeLike
I agree with this repost – excellent!
LikeLike
I’ve been smelling it for days,I know it wasn’t the friction smell from my shoes as they ‘wooden’ go very fast but Autumn is definitely making it’s mark on my sensory organ with singed nose hairs though I suppose it is possible I should be laying the blame at the door of those gardeners having a last burn off before the plants take the season off.
Keep Well
Hugs
LikeLike
A sensory homage to autumn. Fabulous. Interesting that Jackie mentions remembering the smell from her childhood in PA. I live in PA, and can so relate!
LikeLike