I hear summer chime
inside cricket songs, but still
September scents air
unripe, crisp, stony
I taste chardonnay with each
drawn green apple breath
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 🙂
like this susan. certainly has the romanticism in it. yes, don’t push autumn yet, because i’m no winter man…*L*:)
🙂 Not pushing it–just ***feeling*** it 🙂
it does feel like it is coming.. the sounds are different. You have captured it beautifully in only a few words!
Thanks for backing me up, Audra! Thank you, also, for liking this one 🙂
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).
Those last two lines are exquisite!
Thanks so much, Mama!
“Chardonnay” captures the scent and the flavor. Absolutely.
🙂 thanks! Especially the “new” ones, that have not had that edge of September mellowed off just a bit.
Thanks. I can taste September now.
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