There’s sausage on the stove and a baby on the floor.
Summer sweats and sings, “Hold the pumpkins! Hold the spice!”
But the Season’s ending, the seasonings are beckoning, so it’s nutmeg and cinnamon with a hint of hazelnut.
In September we wander the dairy at dusk
and console ourselves with dirt and hay, some brand new spots.
The world’s a quiet sizzle with a mild breeze…
And we tumble into autumn with our arms full.
Life’s a water balloon fight, it’s a cheerful baby sneeze.
“They shall eagerly utter the memory of Your abundant goodness and will shout joyfully of Your righteousness.” Psalm 145:7
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