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.
September
A road like brown ribbon A sky that is blue A forest of green With that sky peeping through. Asters, deep purple, A grasshopper's call, Today it is summer, Tomorrow is fall.
September
September means its time again for going off to school. The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting cool.