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 wilson
A lot of searching, but no leads on the author of this traditional autumn children’s poem. It showed up in Highlights a long time ago, and was in several poetry collections in the mid-70’s, but I can find no other poems by Dixie Wilson, nor any biographical information. Anyone know anything more?
Poetry Friday is brought to you by the letter N, and V, and the number 11. Oh, and it’s at Gotta Book today, whose cute Lament of Thursday the 12th is very cute.
Happy Fall!