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Monday, September 5, 2011

Monday Musings

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.

Summer’s End – 36 x 48 – Acrylic on Wood

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