Stirring Liquid Emotions 1998

All is stirring,
on this luscious morning,
The river with its liquid body,
rushes so elegantly,
Three young woman,
converse with emotions of sentiment,
Only the hips of the wild roses,
will form that base,
Later stirred with reverence,
among the other ingredience,
More motion,
pectin introduced to the sweet sugary fruit,
transforms the beautiful rosy jam,
into its familiar viscosity,
Water rolls in a boil,
the jars tumble deep down in that pot,
soon everything becomes processed,
and sealed,
only to be revealed,
And enjoyed later in that spread,
on the homemade bread.