This month brings sweet memories of being newlyweds. It was 1978. As we left home for work, it was cold in the morning but sunny. By Afternoon, the sweaters came off, and the sleeves rolled up. School had just started and yellow buses were everywhere. I thought of the changes September brings, not just in the weather but in how we live. As with most of "The Month Poems," the words were inspired and came easily. Just not very often.|
Because this poem is so rich in imagery, finding a photo to fit it seemed impossible. In 2011, I was driving on M-68, east of Onaway. There was a herd of horses grazing in an old apple orchard and the trees were ripe with fruit. Perfect! September is a harvest month for apples and the apple is symbolic of education. There is nothing in the photo that directly reflects the poem, but both reflect September. A special thanks to my wife Susan for showing me the connection.