Apple Butter Jam
spread thick and smooth on crusty bread
a warmth that lingers softly said
from apples ripe with autumn’s care
a spice-laced story lingers there
the pot would bubble steam would rise
as time would brew its sweet disguise
cinnamon whispers nutmeg sighs
a comfort born beneath cool skies
each spoonful holds a season’s glow
the orchard’s gift a quiet show
oh simple joys a timeless balm
in apple butter’s tender calm
(got some for Christmas whoot whoot)
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