A change in the air

 

“Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.” – John Updike

  

As the air went from super hot (mid-to-upper 90s most of the past week) to the brisk, cool morning that greeted me today (53 degrees), I thought of Updike's “seasonal” poem.   For Saturday’s Poem, here’s Updike’s,   

                                   

  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.