Final Flare

Autumn colours creep like fire:

Smoky tendrils of fog and mist

Blanket crackling fields of stubble and stalk,

Where charred migrating birds begin to flock;

Embers of fruit glow in tree and hedgerow;

One by one, leaves burst into flame,

Raging with rubicund and golden conflagration;

A final flare before winter, that bitter

Vampire, leaches life and colour,

And nature falls into rejuvenating hibernation.

Autumn Quadrille 2

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #83 September 1st Changing Seasons

Today we are weaving tales about the changing seasons and how they influence your thinking.


8 thoughts on “Final Flare

  1. Delightful Kim, loved the images you created….sorry about the linky, no idea why it wasn’t there as it was I was away at my son’s art show so I couldn’t fix it till I arrived home last night….

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