How would you describe September? This poems describes many of the feelings I experience in fall.
The breezes taste of apple peel.
The air is full of smells to feel —
Ripe fruit, old footballs, drying grass,
New books and blackboard chalk in class.
The bee, his hive well-honeyed, hums
While Mother cuts chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean with suds, the days
Are polished with a morning haze.
by John Updike
This poem is from A Child’s Calendar, which I have written about before because I love the poems in it. It makes me want to try my hand at a poem in a similar tone.
This is what I have so far:
The sun rises with a shout,
“The day is now. Get up! Get out!”
How does the poem inspire you?