Wednesday, September 29, 2010


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
Late plates washed clean
with suds, the days
are polished with
a morning haze.
        `John Updike, September


Kim said...

How are you doin' little momma?
Your post inspired me to write a little something for October. xxoo keep in touch Kim

Kim said...

Miss you! Hope you blog again soon! I'll try to catch you on email. Love k