The Mist and All

Have I shared this poem yet?

It has been my favorite for a long time. Even before my first bell bottoms.

If it isn't a misty day today feel free to read it again on a day that is.

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