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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