Cinnamon Sugar Days

Before November slips away into the frenzy of December, it must be acknowledged that it has its own special beauty. The gorgeous gaudy hues of autumn have faded to shades of russet; bare black branches form traceries against the horizon, and the earth reveals its true and lovely contours. It is also the time when a first light powdery snowfall sprinkles down and creates a cinnamon sugar effect, hiding nothing: the enhancement of November.

November 1, 2007

This poem by Dixie Willson is a favorite one.

The Mist and All

I like the fall,
The mist and all.
I like the night owl's
Lonely call --
And wailing sound
Of wind around.

I like the gray
November day,
And bare dead boughs
That coldly sway
Against my pane.
I like the rain.

I like to sit
And laugh at it --
And tend
My cozy fire a bit.
I like the fall --
The mist and all.

Dixie Willson

Personal note: this poem is one I wish I had written.