September owns ripe fruit urgency & color
but today I scent spring
in falling leaves, in spite of
the apples & concord grapes
on my table instead of strawberries
today something inside stretches & blooms
in response to sun, rebellious
& adamantly out of season
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Poems as good as this are always in season!
Aw, thank you, David!
Ah, how wonderful to ‘scent spring’ in September ~ beautiful Susan 🙂
Oh, thank you Polly! Feeling more vernal than autumnal.
Well written !!!
Oh, thank you, GS!
Ah, the times between.
essence perfectly captured….
oh, thanks, Audra!
Reversed seasons… grapes remind me of Napa, how I wish to be there now, exploring. It’s been too long. 😦
Oh, never been…hear it is gorgeous.
I like this one..the feeling 🙂
Thank you, Ken.
that last stanza left me wondering because you write “something” and not “someone”. I like the mystery it leaves though!
🙂 Thanks, Joe.
I appreciate how a sudden burst of warmth after a bout of cold, or certain scents and tastes can do this to you. I like the image of the fruit on your table as you write, as though it is passing on to you its memory and what first gave it life as it prepares to pass into you bodily too.
Thanks, Jeremy–yes, that is the feeling exactly!
the apples & concord grapes
on my table instead of strawberries
love this image. beautiful
oh, thank you, Rhonda.
I love your season poems. Though I don’t experience the seasons over here, I can almost feel part of it just be your wonderful and vivid descriptions. Well done. 🙂
Thanks, Celestine. I do so love 3 of the 4 seasons we get–they can keep the snow, IMHO 😉
However, if I get to walk through falling leaves, I guess snow is a fairly decent tradeoff for the privilege.