Walk, soft, along the shaded ridge,
Cross over the old wood bridge.
Stretch forth an open, un-gloved hand,
Feel FALL steal 'cross the land!

The ridge is shaded in gold and red,
Ice dots the river bed,
Cold-air, now, nips the un-gloved hand,
As FALL steals 'cross the land!

FROM: "Celebration of Nature" 1990
BY: Judith M. Yerkey