The Light Is Changing

          It's the first Poetry Friday of August, and Mary Lee Hahn is gathering the posts today at A Year of Reading. Come visit!

       Yes, I know it's the first week of August (NOT September), and I'm used to being outside, very hot, wondering if the summer heat is ever going to change. But the past few days, the light has changed, and it's cooler. I can see it, and feel it! I found two poems to share. School is starting soon, supplies are in every store. I've been in already, working with a few teachers, organizing more books in my office. The first football games are being played. The light is changing. 

The grasses are high, and the late flowers of the prairie are blooming in a nearby park.

William Wordsworth writes:

          September

Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.

and John Updike understands exactly how I feel in this beginning of his poem:

       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.
        You can find the rest here.

         Poetry Swap this summer has been a delight.  I'll share the poems that I've received soon. They are special!