"The breezes tasteOf apple peel.
The air is fullOf smells to feel-ripe fruit,old footballs,Burning brush,
New books,erasers,Chalk,and such.
The bee,his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,And Mother cut
sChrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds,the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."
