Inspirational / Humorous Stories

September Poems

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

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Down! Down!
Down, down!
Yellow and brown
The leaves are falling
Over the town.

September is a time
Of beginning for all,
Beginning of school
Beginning of fall.

The sunflower children
Nod to the sun.
Summer is over,
Fall has begun!

The leaves are falling
One by one.
Summer's over
School's begun.

Off to school
We go together
In September's
Sunny weather.

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"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day,
"Come o'er the meadows with me and play:
Put on your dresses of red and gold -
For summer is gone and the days grow cold."