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Thursday, September 4, 2014

Wise voices: John Updike


As the air went from super hot yesterday (96 degrees here) to the brisk, cool morning that greeted me today (55 degrees), I thought of John Updike's great poem about September.
"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 

See more of Updike's interesting poetry at http://hellopoetry.com/john-updike/ 
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