WELL Sara,
HERE IT IS. not exactly gardens but about gardens.
I HOPE THAT THIS SUFFICES?
AUTUMN in england usually drips and greys its way towards winter . Early frosts and fog bringing a promise of what is to come.
With summer's excesses over all is set for a tidy.
Just another Autumn Bonfire
© Roger Macdivitt, 2009
Neatly pruned shrubs reward labour
Autumn leaves, raked and collected
Twigs gathered from beneath the trees
Now lay tangled, like a nest, in the barrow
.
The collected rubbish now lies in a neat pile
Paper and dry wood from the shed
Matches ready, sharply struck
Tongues of flame now devouring the paper
.
The flames, like a myriad of serpents
Writhing, leaping and crackling through the pile
Appearing and disappearing, changing shapes
Collapsing and flaring up again and again
.
I stand back and watch
The flames changing colour
Paper burning yellow
The twigs producing reds and blues
.
The smoke hangs like a curtain in the damp air
Every tiny breeze grasping the smoke
And sending it whirling across the garden
Grey and white and black, stinging my eyes
.
Shapes continue to change, embers glow
The twigs and leaves in turn turning to white ash
Once again the wind forces a response
Leaves wilt and burn and curl
.
Now, as if to mimic a volcano
Hot flames burst through the centre
And as I stir the fire the debris feeds the flames
And cascading twigs tumble into the vent
.
Heat intensifies, flames leap
They seem to compete with the smoke
The air around seems to distort and move
Above the fire the very air seems to scorch
.
Once more smoke becomes dominant, as I add more to the pile
Sparks take to the air like insects
Burning leaves float and drift
Settling, burned and ashen, destroyed
.
Again, the breeze stirs the ash
It glows, burning the oxygen, leaving just ash
All that I supply is hungrily digested
The once lifeless pile now like a pyre
.
Satisfied with a job well done
Clothes and hair smelling like the smoke
Eyes sore and dimmed, my skin tight
I drag together the stray leaves around the fire
.
As the pile diminishes, all is being consumed
The garden takes on a new order in the clearing air
As the last flicker subsides the sun breaks through
Welcome, welcome, autumn sun
.
I head towards the house
Pleased, but relishing clean clothes
A shower, a cup of tea
My favourite chair, TV
.
Till the next time