September feels like…

“The breezes tasteOf apple peel.The air is fullOf smells to feel-Ripe fruit, old footballs,Burning brush,New books, erasers,Chalk, and such.The bee, his hive,Well-honeyed hum,And Mother cutsChrysanthemums.Like plates washed cleanWith suds, the daysAre polished withA morning haze.”– John Updike, September Now that it’s the 3rd I finally changed my calendar, I seemed to be stuck on August.… Continue reading September feels like…