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 bare,dead 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