September, slightly wordy Wednesday.


“Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.”
– William Wordsworth, September


“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. ”
– John Updike, September


“By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885


“Happily we bask in this warm September sun,
Which illuminates all creatures…”
– Henry David Thoreau

Be well,
Jess