The Flaming Leaves

They enjoy the smouldering of the leaves

Listening to all the crackling of the sheaves

As the smoke stings the nostril like sharp pins

A dancing mist embraces the children

Coming from the green and brown flat structures

It’s time to clean up the waste of autumn

Flickers whirl up; disappear in the mist

The wild flames like a twister with its twist

-ing motion cleaning up the debris

To turn the chlorophyll into ashes

After, the children will remember them

They will remember the old spectacle

That the earth will bear fruits and leaves once more

In the glory and merry of the spring

And after they will wait for the burning