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.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
Love this, Carol. It’s my favorite, as well, right up until late December. 🙂
Thank you. I love any excuse to crack out the fuzzy blankets and hot chocolate so autumn suits me well.
I can smell the fire and feel that crisp wonder of home-coming.
Such a lovely write ❤
I am from the North so I hear your fire revving up for the start. Beautifully captured spirit of autumn you have.
Autumn is not my favorite season, but you have done it justice in 44 words.
Wonderful quadrille! I love the thoughts of chilly air and autumn leaves.
Lovely memory.
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.
I think the fireplace is a wonderful place… Oh Autumn has its advantages.
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The cosiness this invokes makes me miss winter that’s just passing here in South Africa.
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.
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.
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.
Very appealing to the senses. I could feel the warm glow of the fire and that cozy feeling of nestling indoors.
Thank you, I’m glad I was able to convey that. 🙂
I so relate to this. Autumn brings me home as well! Even so long after I had left her! Well conveyed, Carol!
Oh yes! I’m looking forward to wearing those cosy jumpers and fuzzy socks. 🙂
Shades of Housman! Obviously a lovely place. 🙂
So cozy and inviting, Carol! I can’t decide between spring and fall 🙂
Oh yes, I can smell Autumn in this poem. Hope your socks stay fluffy!