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Showing posts with label september. Show all posts
Showing posts with label september. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 31, 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
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.
- John Updike, September
Photo by Heather Clawson for Habitually Chic
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