Déjà vu – already seen. But sometimes happy surprise nonetheless when something’s quietly come upon again. Over lunch, we spoke of the pleasantly warm Autumn thus far – cheering because the temperature has plummeted today – and of how poetry can encapsulate moments like this. Minds wander for the umpteenth time to a warm and golden evening.
Let me tell of a scented French apple orchard
set before a house of stone still warmed and
painted gold by setting sunBetter perhaps to tell of it in French? –
but then again right now the language of the
telling really does not matterFor already the picture’s painted clear in you
behind your eyes and in your heart and you
sense without a further wordthat you are here
24th September 2016
SRM
wind in my wheels 🌱 
Thank you for sending me on such a lovely memory..☺️
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Thanks for sharing it Mimi. It’s snowing here this morning! xx
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Ah! Memories! The atmosphere of a place and time, nestles in a treasure corner of the brain to return on recall. Deja vu, indeed.
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‘Nestles in a treasure corner’ … yes, absolutely. I’ll remember your lovely phrase. That’s exactly what such things do (and why so much that humankind really needs to remember and return to is written poetically) xx
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