Fog
I like the gray
I like to sit
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Rain
The rain is raining all
around.
It falls on field
and tree.
It rains on the
umbrellas here
and on the ships at sea.
The Mist and All
I like the fall,
The mist and all.
I like the night owl's
Lonely call -
And wailing sound
Of wind around.
November day,
And bare, dead boughs
That coldly sway
Against my pane.
I like the rain.
And laugh at it -
And tend
My cozy fire a bit.
I like the fall -
The mist and all.
