September Bliss

Bliss, sweet blissA book and teaWith crickets and zinnias for company... Bliss, sweet blissNigh fair as June;September Sunday afternoon Bliss, sweet blissTime cannot touchLife's simplest pleasures we love so much Bliss, oh sweetestBliss of allSummer's chair perched on the brink of fall ~Janet Martin~ above page from the book The Shape of a Year by Jean Hersey