Poems and Ponderings

~I Like The Fall~

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 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

~Autumn~


The morns are meeker than they were;
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a Scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.


Emily Dickinson