As I mentioned in my last post, I really miss the "traditional" Fall season as I knew it. While looking for a quote about Fall to update my Quotables box here, I found this poem by John Updike. It not only reminded me of why I love Fall, but also of how much I love and miss a good English Lit class. Enough to make me want to go back to school. Almost.
September
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.
Another quote that drifts to mind this time of year, from perhaps a slightly less prestigious source, is this:
September
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.
Another quote that drifts to mind this time of year, from perhaps a slightly less prestigious source, is this:
Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.
-Joe Fox in You've Got Mail
This poem almost makes your **SENSES** come alive.
love your family photo.