Roses,collected at the almost summer solstice, noon sun soaked and dried for a far off winter moment, when you take the lid from the jar and change season just for a breath
Aoife Reilly, poetry from the edge of an island
Let the world begin here, belong wherever you are
Beautiful Aoife. Gorgeously evocative! I have just been at this today.
3 Jars here by my bedside for that sweet winter moment
Much love xxx
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