Last Friday In September Poem

 

"The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever."
Isaiah 40:8

Apple Harvest
(2009)

Charles Roy Smith

The breezes taste


Of apple peel


The air is full


Of old 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 Child's Calendar"
(1965)
John Updike
(1932-2009)
American writer and poet