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
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—
Happy Thanksgiving week! The most wonderful time of the year!
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!