Monday, September 25, 2006

Excellent poem:

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 I cut
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.
- September, John Updike

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous11:05 AM

    This is a great poem. It really captures the flavor of fall. Speaking of flavor, when do I get to have one of those panini's


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