October Poem

[Wildcard]

Post-equinox nights roll --I love the way you began. The night immediately taking on a wind-like quality and shape. I didn't know 'Wolds,' but it was necessary to google it to understand what was happening (I did though) and also the last two lines are very beautiful to me.
across the Wolds,
breathe their misty souls
through the open door.


The dog demands to dance --I don't get this line at all. But I'm sure I'm just missing something
on air heavy with longing,
chase crackle-leaves --love crackle-leaves
rife with scent of excitements.

Rooks return early now
to bare roosts, circle
like swirling tea-leaves
silhouetted on skydrifts,
a crescendo of ecstasy
before the long sleep.

We light fires --I like the ending, but would love to see it broken up a little less. Oh, and I think it should be inward (no 's')
and gather ourselves
inwards.

I really like this poem and I'm glad you shared it.