Author: cerita hewett

cerita hewetthttp://www.pineywoodspoet.com

Cows in Summer

A pretty bovine hanging out in a green pasture

                        The wide eyed brown and white cows,
                        With their heads bowed down,
                        Drink from the little irrigation ditch.

                        Switch their tails skillfully
                        To dislodge biting black flies.

                        Extrude long strings of slobber,
                        Which look like fishing line.

                        The wisps are wafted away
                        As the summer breeze
                        Catches hold of them.

                        It hangs the silver strands on
                        Tall browning Indian tobacco weed,
                        At the edge of the water.

                        Creating a sparkling summer Christmas tree.

                                                                             Cerita M. Hewett                                                                                         July 2002 (revised 2014)

Reflections

                                Family Canoe River                                    The trees,
                                                   The canoe,
                                                               The paddles,
                                                                        The people 

                                             Shimmered in the still,
                                                      Clear as a looking glass
                                                               July water of Ratcliff Lake. 

                                             I sat on the shore,
                                                      Marveling at the
                                                               Duplicated images.
                                                                        Like the spirit and the body.

                                                                                 Exact!

              

                                                                                               Cerita M. Hewett
                                                                                               August 4, 2014

Sleep

Insomnia                                    Come to me now
                                    While it is dark and
                                    Most of my world
                                    Rests, snores, breaths deeply,
                                    Turns slowly. 

                                    Come while
                                    Water is quiet,
                                    Air is still.

                                    Come now while time ticks mercilessly
                                    Towards dawn and work,
                                    Sleep come now!

                                                                        Cerita M. Hewett
                                                                        March 7, 1997
                                                                        (revised 2014)

Little Yellow Bird

Bird

You picked a stem of grass

Longer than your body,

Heavy laden with seed.

 

Flapping your wings and

Giving a little jump with your tiny legs,

You attempted a quick take-off,

But could not get airborne.

 

Resting a moment still holding the grass,

Not giving up on that important load,

You took a few running steps and

Flew to your nest.

                                                                               
                                                                                Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                    April 14, 2009

                                                                                    (revised 2014)

Cloudy Day Gulls

Gulls flapping on this cloudy day,

Appear whiter than white,

Their wings reflect and glow.

 

But vultures drifting this same day,

Are blacker than black,

Like coal or chimney soot.

 

On such a gray day, the grass seems greener,

The flowers blaze red, maroon, yellow,

And the hydrangea are a brilliant blue.

 

Our youth who live and dress obediently

Also radiate, glisten, and shine out

Against the backdrop of a darkened season.

 

Displaying before a sad and profane world,

Eyes and faces glowing with the spirit

Lighting the many varied paths they travel.

 

Leading others from a shadowy dusk,

Toward the One True Light,

Then soaring together into eternal life.

                                                               Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                    March 17, 2009

                                                                                    (revised 2014)

Boxes

Square paper box, a top view                       Poetry,

                                Is a series of

                                         Unopened boxes,

                                                 Nestled inside each other.

 

                           Boxes which

                                    Gently open,

                                             One by one,

                                                    When repeatedly read aloud with

                                                               Someone you love.

                                                                                                          Cerita M. Hewett                                                                                                          January 30, 1999

Family Breakfast

robin stretching a worm

Early this morning as I was walking,

A dainty rust colored bird was already,

Fixing breakfast for her family.

 

From the damp green lawn,

She tugged and extracted

A long brown worm.

 

Adjusting it in her mouth,

And vigorously flapping her wings,

She flew off to her nest.

 

The worm dangled in the morning air,

His fate settled by the determination

Of a mother feeding her hungry family.

 

Our grandchildren love waffles,

Crepes, bacon, and eggs,

Can ‘worm’ be as delicious to little birds?

                                                      Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                 June 2009

Perfect Rose

Closeup Beautiful Macro Pink RoseIn the garden I picked a perfect rose,
Light pink in the center with
Tiny silver rain drops beading and
The edges tinged with brilliant pink.

In the house I put it in a blue vase,
Adding some fern like greenery
For contrast, to frame and set it off,
Then I sat to examine it carefully.

Alas a tiny speck of dirt was spotted
And carefully flicked off a velvet petal,
Low and behold, one of the outer petals
Had two rather large bug bites along its fringe.

Flaws noted and forgiven, my rose still stands,
Gives freely fragrance and delicate beauty
Perfect to me and those who
See the wholeness of this rose.

Cerita M. Hewett
May 17, 2015

Lullaby and Music

Lullaby

 

Sleep, sleep for the sun has gone,

Sleep, sleep now our play is done,

Sleep, sleep after we pray,

Sleep, sleep at the end of day.

 

Rest, rest little arms and legs,

Rest, rest each strong muscle begs,

Rest, rest tiny ears, sparkling eyes,

Rest, rest as the night time flies.

 

Peace, peace from the day’s fast whirl,

Peace, peace for your tiny world,

Peace, peace in your heart of mirth,

Peace, peace in your home on earth.

Cerita M. Hewett

March 28, 2009                                                          

 

 

                                                     Music

 

                                    The door was opened for a minute,

                                    I could hear the voices of children,

                                    Calling, chasing, jumping, laughing,

                                    Playing in front of the temple,

                                    This was music to my ears!

                                                                                                            Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                            Sept. 17, 2010

 

 

                                                         Música

 

                                    La puerta estaba abierta por un minuto,

                                    Podía escuchar las voces de los niños,

                                    Llamando, dando caza, saltando, rizando,

                                    Jugando de frente del templo,

                                    ¡Esta fue música a mis oídos!

                                                                                                                        Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                                        Sept. 17, 2010

 

 

Sleep

                                    Come to me now

                                    While it is dark and

                                    Most of my world

                                    Rests, snores, breaths deeply,

                                    Turns slowly.

 

                                    Come while

                                    Water is quiet,

                                    Air is still.

 

                                    Come now while time ticks mercilessly

                                    Towards dawn and work,

                                    Sleep come now!

                                                                        Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                        March 7, 1997

                                                                        (revised 2014)