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Poetry Sunday: Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson

No need for autumn fires here just yet, although we are experiencing cooler and somewhat more seasonable temperatures. But leaves are falling, summer flowers are dying back, and in all other ways, autumn is definitely on our doorstep. Of course, in most of the country, it didn't stop at the doorstep but barged right on in, and there, those autumn fires might be quite welcome.

Autumn Fires

by Robert Louis Stevenson

In the other gardens
   And all up in the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
   See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over, 
   And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
   The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
   Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
   Fires in the fall! 

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  1. David M. Gascoigne,November 13, 2022 at 4:42 AM

    Typical fall weather came suddenly yesterday and we had our first snow. We had a fire yesterday but more for atmosphere than warmth.

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    1. Dorothy BordersNovember 13, 2022 at 10:18 AM

      Our fires, when we have them, are generally for atmosphere also - until the electricity goes out. But I do enjoy a fire in the fireplace. Reminds me of my childhood when it and the kitchen stove were our only sources of heat.

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  2. AlanaNovember 13, 2022 at 1:27 PM

    We are having our first freeze tonight (unbelievable that it waited this long). Winter will also be arriving this week. What a fall it has been for us in my part of New York State. No fireplace in our house but I remember the handful of years I lived in a house heated by wood and it is a heat like no other.

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    1. Dorothy BordersNovember 13, 2022 at 2:58 PM

      I always find a fire in the fireplace a very calming thing. Again, I think it probably is a relic memory from childhood.

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  3. Lark November 14, 2022 at 4:43 PM

    I wish we had a fireplace! It'd be so nice in the winter. :D

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    1. Dorothy BordersNovember 14, 2022 at 9:50 PM


      That's been one of my few "must-haves" in any house we have purchased over the years.

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  4. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzNovember 17, 2022 at 7:03 AM

    I would not be a bit surprised if we have a fire on Saturday night up in East Texas. The weather will be perfect for it.

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    1. Dorothy BordersNovember 17, 2022 at 9:51 AM

      I just reminded my husband that we need to purchase firewood. We used the last stick of what we had on hand last winter.

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