This poem describes the sights and smells of September. It notes the smells of apple peel, ripe fruit, drying grass, and chalk from the classroom. Bees hum as they work in their hives full of honey, while Mother cuts chrysanthemums on a morning hazed with fog that polishes the new day.
This poem describes the sights and smells of September. It notes the smells of apple peel, ripe fruit, drying grass, and chalk from the classroom. Bees hum as they work in their hives full of honey, while Mother cuts chrysanthemums on a morning hazed with fog that polishes the new day.
This poem describes the sights and smells of September. It notes the smells of apple peel, ripe fruit, drying grass, and chalk from the classroom. Bees hum as they work in their hives full of honey, while Mother cuts chrysanthemums on a morning hazed with fog that polishes the new day.