A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. ~ e.e. cummings
Another wonderful aspect of fall is sitting around a campfire. I remember childhood nights in autumn, freezing the back half of your body while the front half practically melts from the heat of the fire. S’mores, burnt marshmallows, spicy burning leaves – the smell of fires in the air. The sound of logs crackling as the air cooled off after sunset. The glow of orange and yellow flames against the dark of night.
Telling stories that made you sit a little closer to the flames in anticipation.
Here’s another favorite poem, this time celebrating the joys of autumn fires.
Robert Louis Stevenson (from A Child’s Garden of Verses, 1885)
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
What kinds of things do you do around autumn fires?