Autumn Fires
In the garden, the flowers have flagged and the cold is coming. But look there: the autumn fires burn bright against the early dark. Stevenson's brief, perfect poem captures a moment every child knows and every adult aches for: that bittersweet threshold when summer ends and we gather around warmth while the world outside turns bare and brown. The red twigs stand in the snow like embers of the year that was. There is sadness in the passing, yes, but also something stubborn and beautiful in the burning. Written with a child's eye and a poet's heart, this is a poem about impermanence and how we find light as the days grow short. It belongs to the beloved collection A Child's Garden of Verses, that treasury of small wonders and quiet wisdom. Read it when the leaves turn. Read it when you need to remember that endings can also glow.
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ALMcClain, Algy Pug, Bruce Kachuk, Christie Crews +17 more
