Leslie's Blog

"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