First day of Fall. I suppose I can be ready. I really don't like to say goodbye to Summer, but I know time must move on. So I will be bringing out the oranges, reds, and yellows today to decorate the house in preperation for the coming cold air, the leaf burning, hot apple dumplings, cider, hayrides, sitting in front of a warm fireplace with my Hubby...... hmmmm....... Ok, I think I am ready.
Found a poem that seems like a good time to share.
Bonfire Days
Grace Strickler Dawson
Ho! for the leaves that eddy down,
Crumpled yellow and withered brown,
Hither and yonder and up the street
And trampled under the passing feet;
Swirling, billowing, drifting by,
With a whisper soft and a rustling sigh,
Starting aloft to windy ways,
Telling the coming of bonfire days.
Ho! for the rakes that young hands wield,
Gathering leaves from far afield,
Heaping them high and wide and long,
For the scurrying of feet, the snatch of song,
And the flurrying gust that all the while
Swishes the edge of the big, brown pile,
Ready to leap to a crackling blaze--
Ho! for the joys of bonfire days.
Ho! for the blue-gray smoke that curls
Suddenly skyward, then unfurls
A wide, dim mantle above the flare
Of the red flame's flash and the white flame's glare--
A blue-gray mantle that floats afar
Through the half-bare trees where the last leaves are,
And bears in its folds of gossamer haze
The pungent tang of the bonfire days.
