A poem I read today that I love and a quote sent
to me by my friend and our Blogget Terry. My Husband said I shouldn’t post
other peoples poetry as he would rather read mine. But I thought I would give
you a rest from mine for a day. Haha. This one is far too sunny to be mine. ()
“September” by John Updike
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.
(Your greatest contribution to the universe may not be
something you do, but someone you raise.)
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