she is summer.

summer always reminds me of her,

the feel of line dried clean sheets,

the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam

being made in the kitchen

along with fresh bread

and fig cake with pomegranate

i wait by the window for the june rains,

the heat ushering in wistful memories

of the woman who held the solstice in her soul

– ashley jane

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