the air has that ripening
apple smell
& nights are cooler.
still, summer
threads sun to my skin
in the afternoon to blend
coconut lotion heated
to a gentle simmer
with my vanilla
& honey soap
to draw out bees
scenting that sweet.
I blow them gently off
candied skin–
who can blame them
when I smell of cakes
& frosting, even
as my mind moves to rooms
full of chalk and book dust
not beaches
and summer melons.
I might even
use baking
as a metaphor
but that is another fall thing
I do
& those apples
are not sweet enough
yet
in August
to begin
***At Dverse today, we are writing about summer–so I wrote about the end of it. http://dversepoets.com/
Susan Daniels Poetry 