Thursday, November 5, 2009

November and All

Today I burned a candle on the dining table at dinner, for the first time since Winter brightened into Spring many moons ago. Now our world is dimming once more, and a little extra light strengthens the heart, reminding us of Him Who is The Light of the World.

I wore my new wool tweed jacket for the first half of dance class, the hall was so chilly. And tomorrow I drive north again, where it's even colder, at nearly 4,000 ft elevation, too.

Baby Daughter is with us for a few days, which is why we are journeying there, so she can greet Seventh Grandson, her Seventh Nephew. For the drive, we'll take our umbrellas for forays out of the car, and poetry for hope and vision of the warm home awaiting us up the road.

The Mist and All

by Dixie Wilson

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.


Pom Pom said...

Dixie Wilson is smart. I like what she likes! Pink sky greeted me this morning - miraculous gift from the Lord of Lights!

margaret said...

Lovely. I am thinking of reviving the Advent candle wreath of my Anglican days this year.

Gigi said...

Lovely poem. I love fall too -- my favorite time of year.
Enjoy your trip and family time!

Anonymous said...

The candle light is lovely this time of year! Enjoy your visit with your family!


Left-Handed Housewife said...

I like the gray November day, too, though our boughs are still covered with leaves here in early November. But there is a tree at the end of our street--a grand old oak--that I love most of all when it has no leaves at all.


Emily J. said...

Congratulations on the newest member of your family!

Thanks for your compliments left on my sister's blog. I made the change you recommended, so maybe now the comments will post. My sister said she has had to hit the post button multiple times - which may explain why she seems to be my only reader!

Glad to discover your blog. That soup recipe preceding the poem on fall is inspiring to get to work on some bread and soup for dinner tonight...