I hear summer chime
inside cricket songs, but still
September scents air

unripe, crisp, stony
I taste chardonnay with each
drawn green apple breath

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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  1. Me likes Chardonnay – but please don’t wave welcome to Autumn yet!

    • oh, no–not welcoming autumn–but feeling the premonition of it in the chill night air (and tasting it, too!)

      Love chardonnay for that very same green apple nose/note to it 🙂

  2. doncarroll says:

    like this susan. certainly has the romanticism in it. yes, don’t push autumn yet, because i’m no winter man…*L*:)

  3. unfetteredbs says:

    it does feel like it is coming.. the sounds are different. You have captured it beautifully in only a few words!

  4. Leo says:

    Love the poem. Autumn is my favorite probably because summer down here in the south can be so oppressive and humid. The hint is in the air; lower humidity and breezes, wonderful! Thanks, again, Susan for reblogging my poem; the response has been wonderful. Leo

    • Thank you, Leo 🙂

      Yes, it is mid-August, but I can smell a difference, and hear it, too (as well as just barely see my breath at night–but I am in the northeast, practically Canada).

  5. Mama Zen says:

    Those last two lines are exquisite!

  6. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    “Chardonnay” captures the scent and the flavor. Absolutely.

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