God has made everything beautiful for its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11

I mark the recent transition to autumn with this poem that Brigid shared with our family last week. We’re in the midst of a flurry of activity, at work and on the home front, so I am grateful for the good weather and the beauty of autumn that awaits. Blessings on your week ahead!

Autumn – by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.

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