Bonfire

Twigs crackling dry, piled over

Motley of leaves put together.

Feeling the chill, while

the autumn spell rolls over!

Twilight fades as the dusk gather

The woodpile now, set afire

Within no time, already a fiery blaze..

No sooner the tendrils of smoky haze

Fills up the murky Night air..

A plume of grey feathers,

A whiff of burnt wood,

cramming up my senses, while

the steady burning continues..

Engulfing the honey-washed sprigs

as the breeze, fuels the sinewy flames.

Meantime, the singing and dancing goes

all around, and here I stand oblivious,

Immersed in the allure, Of a Bonfire!