September

A teacher read this poem to my class when I was younger and I loved it. It seemed a fitting time to post it also.

September
The breezes taste
of apple peel.
The air is full
of smells to feel-

Ripe fruit, old footballs,
burning brush,
new books, erasers,
chalk and such.

The bee, his hive
well-honeyed hum,
and mother cuts
chrysanthemums.

Like plates washed clean
with suds, the days
are polished with
a morning haze.

-John Updike

Of course I would like it better if it were more autumn colored in nature but oh well. "The breezes taste of apple peel." Perfect description. Let's see, copying his format and his poem slightly let's pen one for October shall we? Stay tuned for the "October" post!