farewell, 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

 

xo. di.

*image 1 via eat drink pretty, image 2 via one sydney road, image 3 via coco + kelley