Through the pines and cedar,
I noticed a Sassafras tree turning gold,
I thought, I better go stand beneath it
Before little breezes carry
All the leaves to the ground.
Before it stands bare,
And leafless,
Against the coming freeze.
It would be a shame to miss all that
Warmth and shining light.
Today I went and basked beneath it,
Remembering other times
When I waited too long.
Cerita M. Hewett
October 21, 2015
Although,
The sky is blue and
The grass is green,
The air is crisp and
Some leaves are turning yellow.
Autumn is sneaking in the door
Bringing sweaters and hats for all!
Cerita M. Hewett
October 23, 2005
Walking through the woods today
I picked up a bunch of light weight hitchhikers.
They stuck to my socks,
Clung to my pant legs,
And even managed to
Attach them selves to my sweater.
Some are pointy and barbed,
While others are just
Rough, sticky, and
Clingy.
I sat on the porch picking them off
One by one,
Since it is impossible to just
Brush them away.
One cannot walk in the fields and woods this fall
Without giving them a most unwelcome ride,
So I remove them carefully,
As they can even hang on through the wash!
Now, carrying my pile of riders
Into the house to the garbage pail,
So as not to plant them in the lawn,
One pokes my ankle and
It becomes apparent that some
Are still hitchhiking!
Cerita M. Hewett
November 2014