What? It’s been two years since I shared this poem? Well, let’s remedy THAT oversight. “The Mist and All” deserves to be shared every year, but honestly, November is almost gone and I’d barely adjusted to October.
So here is my favorite autumn poem, along with some new and some gently re-used autumn photos.
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 dead, bare 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—
Happy Thanksgiving week! The most wonderful time of the year!
The Tuesday Prude (aka Anita Klumpers) 
I like the fall. I like it for its cool nights and bright autumn colors. This poem is sweet and touching, and changes my perspective on points of fall–the mist, the gray, the rain, the dead boughs–that I may not have previously appreciated. Thanks for sharing it!
I read this as I sit here next to my cozy fire, sipping hot coffee and gazing out at the mist settled in the low places of the hills across the bay. What a lovely poem, encompassing much of the beauty of fall! Love this! 😊
A nice poem. I got to it from your FB post.