Friday, November 7, 2008

Poetry Friday - Dixie Wilson

The Mist and All

Dixie Wilson

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.--

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Photo courtesy of Jim Wegryn.

3 comments:

Cloudscome said...

I'm thinking I need a little more sitting and laughing before I can appreciate the gray. Hey - there's a goal for my weekend!

Fiddler said...

Yesterday I sat and didn't exactly laugh, but did enjoy the grayness and mist. Today it is sunny and all-energetic again here! Thanks for stopping by again.

Author Amok said...

It's been foggy here the last few days, so your post caught my eye. I love the close and cozy feel of this poem. Thanks for sharing!