It’s November and that means I read my favorite poem “The Mist and All.” I discovered it as a teen in my favorite book of my father’s called “One Thousand Beautiful Things” that my favorite youngest son had rebound for me a couple of Christmases ago.
In case you don’t have access, here it is. You’ll forgive me if this is about the fourth time I’ve shared this. Right?
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
And dead, bare boughs
that coldly sway
Against my pane
I like the rain.
I like to sit
And laugh at it—
my cozy fire a bit
I like the fall—
The mist and all—
(Owl photo credit to Pixabay contributor Skeeze)
Where did I learn this song? Was it born into me? I never remember not knowing it.
Tell the time of year.
Nuts are falling, nature’s calling.
Autumn time is here.
The yellow pumpkins always bothered me a bit, but since the rhyme’s the thing I didn’t question.
Recently I learned that the name for that bright blend of red and yellow—orange—is fairly recent in the history of the world. It used to be called red, or possibly yellow. Which is why you have a robin redbreast whose lower regions are actually orange, in our modern etymology.
So maybe my “pumpkins yellow” song is old, old old. Maybe it came down through generations. I sang it to my boys and now I’m teaching it to my grandsons because I LOVE AUTUMN!
It is 90 degrees here on the first day of fall, a temperature no self-respecting Midwest autumn should tolerate. However, the heat and humidity will be kicked to the curb sometime next week and we can pull on cozy sweaters and simmer pots of chili and take long, mosquito-free walks and kick up our heels in the leaves. Happy autumn, my friends!