September Song

The crickets are loud at night
Do they protest the coming of the winter, their deaths, the end?
Do they celebrate the limpid blue skies, the crunchy grasses?
Of course not

I hate to close the windows and lose the shrill, happy music
But it’s chilly
Summer’s back is broken despite the odd hot evening
and sticky afternoon

School starts, the calendar fills, the apples are ripening
I saw pumpkins, already, orange on a granite bench


  1. I Am Gluten Free on September 9, 2009 at 7:34 pm

    Push pull for me. I love this time of year, poised though it is between the waning summer and approaching fall. I fight it though and would wear my white patent leather shoes right through the High Holidays, if I had them, white patent leather shoes, that is.

    So nice to see your blog. I am so looking forward to reading the new book. I will subscribe to your blog as soon as I publish this comment. Hope to see you soon. L’Shana Tova from both of us!

  2. Laura | The Journal of Cultural Conversation on September 12, 2009 at 2:01 pm

    Looking forward to your appearance on Monday night in NYC, Anita. Very excited to dive into Day After Night.

  3. emilia on October 2, 2009 at 8:43 am

    has bert gotten his hands on this yet? i like.

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