I love that line.
A beautiful Monet fall harvest of sights
for your day
{oh, to be in France!}
and the bright taste of fall's bounty
to your heart's table!
September,
by John Updike
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.
1 comment:
With a cloudy rainy morning and your beautiful fall poetry, it indeed is feeling a bit like fall. I think I shall brew some more coffee. Bless your day!
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