Friday, November 01, 2013

Fall Poetry: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

Dixie Willson, poet

Instagram photo borrowed from friend Tamara Koperda who captured the moment driving early one October morning to a meeting in north Georgia (Hall County)

1 comment:

  1. This has been a favorite poem of mine since my children brought it home from school in second grade, and its lines have run through my head for weeks every year since. I like your accompanying picture!