Happy autumn equinox from Gwen, Stephen, Ruckus, all the other corvids and assorted tweety birds who visited this summer.  Fall is here. Be well.

Labor Day

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.
– John Updike, September

autumn crow