Emily Dickinson wrote:
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.
Today was cold, rainy and gray. The good part was that it wasn't pouring buckets the way it was yesterday, because I had to go out and do assignments.
The water was lead gray
Wind rattled the trees, and pushed corn leaves horizontal from the stalks.
But, despite the gray, there is always a bright spot (winterberry and cattails).
Emily liked the fall, but not quite the way it sounded in the first verses above. She finished the poem:
I like to sit and laugh at it
And tend my cozy fire a bit.
I like the fall
The mist and all.
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