Enchanted Dancers

A Poem About Autumn

Tangled hair and faces chilled to a burn

From a bonfire-scented howling gale

Encouraging technicoloured dancers;

Leaves of umber, saffron and copper rose  

 

Warm doorways open to those braving the chill

Offering backache and blistered palms

Steaming cups of comfort, after a Sunday’s toil

Lovingly coaxing the garden to a winter’s slumber

 

Swollen feet up on a familiar cosy chair

Wind whistling its reminder through poor insulation

In combat with the log fire’s efforts

To thaw chilled limbs back to sensation

 

Shedding branches against a crisp azure sky

Rolling terracotta clouds, backlit from sunset

Those mischievous, enchanted dancers

Tumble in the round once again