September Bliss

 

Bliss, sweet bliss

A book and tea

With crickets and zinnias for company...

Bliss, sweet bliss

Nigh fair as June;

September Sunday afternoon

Bliss, sweet bliss

Time cannot touch

Life's simplest pleasures we love so much

Bliss, oh sweetest

Bliss of all

Summer's chair perched on the brink of fall

~Janet Martin~

above page from the book The Shape of a Year by Jean Hersey