September Poem 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,...
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My name is Jennifer and I’m a mid-life blogger who wants to inspire other empty nesters to follow their visions, connect with their creativity and try new things. Read More
