Late November

November 27, 2009

Over the river and through the woods

Trot fast my dapple gray.

Spring over the ground

Like a hunting hound
On this Thanksgiving Day, Hey!
Over the river and through the woods
Now Grandmother’s face I spy.
Hurrah for the fun,
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.”

– English folksong, It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

“When the trees their summer splendor

Change to raiment red and gold,

When the summer moon turns mellow,

And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.”

– Carol L. Riser, Autumn