1 September – Lighting the fire

I’m still watching for the green to turn,
but warm Autumn colours already burn
in the shimmering flames of the first fire
to cosy the house since last winter.
Outside the blaze hasn’t reached the woods
and there’s no golden glamour to compensate
for the gusting cold and greying skies
that steal sunshine memories as summer dies.
But here inside, all is promise and premonition,
as wild dancing colour draws us in and on
to picture titian trees and hear crunching leaves,
anticipating frosts and firework bursts
by blazing bonfires, holding mulled wine in thick-gloved hands.
So much of the coming season is felt now,
prefigured in this first amber shining,
as we sit in the living room glow and wait
for the world to bronze beyond the grate.