Thursday, August 7, 2014

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!          

18 comments:

  1. Just yesterday I felt a certain snap in the air when I walked in the early morning dark.

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  2. Margaret - I love fall, and those poems capture the feelings of the season.

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  3. We've had a cool summer, and it's been lovely, but I do love fall days when "the breeze tastes of apple peel." Thanks for sharing, Linda!

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  4. Both such lovely poems- and yes I too welcome the cooler, fresher air, though I admit it's pretty darn nice here in Maine!

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  5. I, too, love the transition of light and temperature within the seasons, Linda. I especially love the lines:
    "The air is full
    Of smells to feel-"
    I feel like I smell the feel of monsoon rains. We could go for some cooler temps here in the desert, but it hasn't actually been THAT bad. (everything is relative, isn't it?)

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  6. Linda, these poems capture the essence of the next season that will bring the start of school and a new year of promise. Thank you for sharing these. Your photos that accompanied the poems speak of the late blooming landscape of transition time.

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  7. I saw some blackbirds flocking today and realized I better get to the beach soon. Thank you for sharing these two additional reminders, Linda. That's how I'm taking them :)

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  8. Lovely poems - thanks for sharing! Still summery here. Fall is my favorite season. This year I'll have to drive to see the leaves!
    Oh, and technically, it's still summer, so, um, your last summer poem swap poem will be on its way, um, soon.... ;0)

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  9. No, no, not apple season yet! I'm still waiting for the tomatoes to ripen! I love me some fresh tomatoes!

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  10. What a gorgeous poem that Updike one is. Love these ending lines:

    "Like plates washed clean
    With suds, the days
    Are polished with
    A morning haze."

    Enjoy your last days of summer. It seems odd to me to have school start back in August... here it's always after Labor Day (but then, you begin your break in June, while our break begins in July). Happy school prep. Don't let those school supply sales tempt you too much!

    Violet N.

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  11. I've noticed that September-ish feeling this week too. Daylight just seems different. I love John Updike's take on September.

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  12. No signs of autumn yet here, but I do yearn for that apple peel breeze!

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  13. Both of those poems really evoke how I feel about fall. *happy sigh* I don't feel there quite yet, as we have two more weeks before school starts, but I see it coming.

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  14. Oh, how I yearn for the cooler days. After being in Seattle enjoying the cooler air, I am home in the thick, humid, hot days of August. August heat is the worst here. It bears down like a smothering blanket. I may be singing this song in October.

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  15. I'm not nearly ready for September weather, especially since our summer has been extraordinarily comfortable this year--not too hot, not too humid, and low on mosquitoes! But I can't help but notice the shift in sunrise and sunset, the drawing in of the days. I'll keep the season alive by continuing to eat summer, waiting, like Diane, for the tomatoes to ripen!

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  16. I smell autumn in your post, dearest Linda. I know it's still a long way off for you, but there is the promise of orange in the trees through the poems you shared, I love it. :) Enjoy what's left of the summer!

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  17. Oh the smell of fall is THE BEST! I love how the light changes. Thank you for sharing, Linda. xo

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  18. "the days are polished with a morning haze." I love those lines, and Updike got the smells just right.

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