Autumn Burning

I may decide to burn the leaves this fall;
Past years, I've mulched them to enrich the lawn.
This time I feel the smell of burning call
and crave the crackle kept close from years gone.

I'd love to roast a wiener on a stick,
to see it crack, emitting savory juice,
and marshmallows melted in s'mores, I'd lick.
Immersed in autumn's best, nostalgia choose.

Past scenes like smoke wisps spiral to the sky;
now, planning with grandchildren, we conspire
to make some autumn memories to share,
while sniffing autumn's fragrance from the fire.