Fire and Death

Crispy crackling and burning branches,

Roaring red and leaping leaves,

Silent streets and howling winds,

Shuddering chills and woolly socks.

Bonfires and woods, pine cones and death,

Nostalgia and regret, loss and despair.

The air dampens yet the leaves are dry,

Crackling and flitting in the sky.

Cobbled lanes so mesmerising,

Death really is so tantalising.