Voyage

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.

The bee, his hive,

Well-honeyed hum,

And Mother cuts

Chrysanthemums.

Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze.

九月就要過去了，秋老虎卻選在月末發威。氣溫高到好似夏日一般，一週前，空氣舒爽、天色青藍，卻好像眾人共有的夢境一樣。

在一個部落客的週六讀書日文章裡，讀到回應的詩。我總覺得 John Updike 應該是個很嚴肅的作家，沒想到不但寫詩，詩作還不少。在九月的結尾，來讀他的「九月」，蠻好的ending......