September 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 Mother cuts
chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
with suds, the days
are polished with
a morning haze.
John Updike
September is here and I’m ambivalent. While I appreciate the cooler air, I’m not a fan of the steady march towards winter.
Yes and No
Yes! I love a good apple crisp made from freshly picked apples. No! I don’t like pulling out winter clothes and putting my sandals away. Yes! Fall is the only time of the year for Pumpkin Spice anything. No! I don’t like the chill that settles into my bones.
Yes. September is here. And I’m uncertain how to feel.
Yes! Beautiful fall colors. No! Pants vs. shorts and skirts. It’s a conflicting time of year. 🙂
Yes. It is confusing. Sweatshirt or Tshirt? You have to leave the house wearing everything in the morning and then return in the evening carrying most of it instead of wearing it.
Come and visit me in Australia we are into Spring now!
I would love to!
It’s the sandals I miss. And the crazy race to Christmas where we are supposed to grab as much pointless ‘stuff’ as possible on the way and arrive at Christmas broke and tired, longing for Spring. I don’t mind Autumn in the natural world at all but I strongly detest the ugly displays of commercial greed and over-eating that gradually build up between now and Christmas. First we have Halloween to contend with. The shops will be FULL of pointless plastic crap and ghastly sugary concoctions for weeks now. And people with no money will be the ones buying it all! Then comes fireworks for Guy Fawkes night which means it will sound like WW2 out on the streets for the whole of November. And running alongside it all will be all the plastic Christmas rubbish and food, thrust in our faces with adverts telling us how much we NEED it all. I HATE this contrived season with a passion and will now avoid civilisation as much as possible until January where no one has yet thought of a ‘celebration’ that requires us to spend £10k in a month. Grrrrhhh!!!!!
I dislike all because of the damp chill that comes to the air….but I hate the over commercialization of holidays. We have Halloween candy in the stores in July for an October 31st holiday. I even saw Halloween items before I saw back to school items.
That’s worse than over here! Bonkers.
So funny. At first I thought it was your poem. I wasn’t so sure about the rhyme. But, you know, it was John Updike.
My poems have a much clearer rhyming scheme like There was an old man from Nantucket……
ambivalent … the perfect word to describe september.
Especially right now. Last week it was in the 90’s. This week it’s in the 60’s.
We have the same thing most of the year. It would be nice to have seasons except for the cold part.