This glorious golden light, I receive you with open arms

As you ripen every last fruit, you ripen me too from the inside out

and I am so grateful you are here.

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These are the days we have been waiting all year for, the seeds planted so carefully now in full bloom.

There is no loss to be spoken of in this all this abundance, all struggle forgotten in these glorious days.

The canning pot still boiling over into cool evenings and crisp air.

And though rest may evade me, I ride this wave of generosity, may it last inside me till the end of the year.