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!