Burning Leaves

Dog in Bag - Name

Burning Leaves

The smell of burning leaves remembered
small town, in November
Southern Illinois
the turning foliage
gone prismatic in the light
then fallen, raked, and set on fire
joss sticks turned red
white scarves of smoke
nature’s perfume
sweet scented sendoff
into hemispheric night.

Leaves at Dump - NameLeaves as Disposal Site – Borlänge, Sweden

I never thought about it at the time, a passing thing. Do people still burn leaves? Not here in Sweden. We have plastic bags now, we rake the leaves, and put them into plastic bags, then take the bags to a disposal area, where something clever with them. Some leaves go to little compost boxes people have in their back yards. All very practical. Not so romantic. There are bonfires here in Sweden, big ones, every year. It’s not the same.


About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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3 Responses to Burning Leaves

  1. tubularsock says:

    Ahhh, another leaf turns . . .

  2. Cindy Harris says:

    Leaves still get burned out in the country, but not in towns. Jumping into a big pile of leaves is always fun as long as you don’t have limbs in the pile with the leaves 🙂 The smell of burning wood has filled the nights in my area…just to keep the chill at bag.

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