Autumn Quadrille

The leaves turning always brings me home,

no matter where I am,

my mind came back to Shropshire,

the woods alight with copper

as mist rises on the fields


and the log burner is lit

for the first time since Spring.

I come home.


I’m looking forward to autumn already. While summer is lovely, we never really get much of it here in England, instead we make the most of autumn and all its wonderful excuses for knee high boots, fluffy socks and cuddly jumpers. [I may have bought all three in the last week.]

Today’s DVerse Poets Pub prompt is to write a quadrille using ‘leaves’ for your inspiration.

For me this means taking you to my parents’ farm in Shropshire, where the woods begin to shake off their leaves, the log burner gets started up, the whole house smells of wood smoke, and we pull out the winter duvets ready for the colder seasons.

Autumn really is my favourite season.





  1. Feels like a very cozy time…especially the coming home. I liked your remarks at the end that tell of your returning to your parents’ home in autumn, Carol.

  2. Your poem gave me a thrill. I too can’t wait to pull on layers of woollies, socks, scarves, gloves, hats and boots again. I’ve joined a walking group and am looking forward to walks in the woods, kicking leaves and picking up conkers and acorns. And then lighting the log burner.

  3. Especially love the last three lines. Seasons can be so closely tied to memories, to the feelings of a place. This is a beautiful take on the prompt.

    1. Thank you Lillian. I don’t think it will matter where I go in life, the Twemlows will always feel like home to me and I’ll always be trying to recreate that feeling.

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