|Photo by Rennett Stowe|
Simple things, like this poem by Dixie Wilson, bring me joy.
I like the fall the mist and all
I like the night owls lonely call
And waiting 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 then tend my cozy fire a bit
I like the fall
The mist and all
That's what I'm grateful for right now.