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.