poetry friday

The Mist and All
by Dixie Willson

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 —



top photo: Gray November Day by Coy Hill at countrycaptures.blogspot.com
woodcut by Betsy Bowen at woodcut.com