"The breezes tasteOf 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."
What lovely verse. I did pop over this morning and spotted the photo of the Ginger Boy. What a lovely spot, he has found some sun? and has his own parasol! x
ReplyDeleteDid you compose the poem yourself? Poetry was a thing I was completely useless at when I was at school. I have little appreciation of it, although your poem is lovely.
ReplyDeleteJulia x
PS. Did you receive an email from me yesterday? I had an error message pop up when I sent it, although that happened once before and you did still receive the email??
September, it's here already - how did that happen. I am always feeling excited at the start of Autumn and a little bit sad that summer (!!!) is over
ReplyDeleteKimx
I can't believe it's september already - it doesn't seem like 2 minutes since it was Christmas!!
ReplyDeletelisa x
p.s I always get an undeliverable message when I post on your blog but the post is always there when i check
What a lovely poem...
ReplyDeleteThanks for your lovely comment!
You are right I will miss my 3 little ones... I`m missing them already!
Kisses
Debbie Moss
A beautiful photo accompanied with one of my favorite verses! Thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteA very lovely poem, thank you for posting it.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! I smiled at the shared memories - I remember when all the gardens and allotments round us had chrysanthemums - people were so proud of them - and I associate them with returning to school:)
ReplyDeleteThat was lovely! It cheered up a rainy September day and helped me remember that despite our lack of summer there are good things to be had in autumn.
ReplyDeleteA lovey verse Simone....takes me back to that 'new term at school feeling'...I love September.
ReplyDeleteCarol xx
waaahhhhh!!!! I am NOT READY for Autumn!
ReplyDeleteEvery year I spend September clinging to summer still, telling myself its not actually autumn till october arrives. So there, despite the rain and cold (I've got my slippers on) it's STILL LATE SUMMER here, ok?
xxx