A relevant poetry collection that kindles many thoughts. Reflections on life and its comforting rhythm and harmony, as well as the moments when people lose their footing and sense of purpose.

When ageing isn’t valued, old people are rendered useless and futile, like a lost glove waiting beneath freshly fallen autumn leaves.

Malan employs the rose hip as a metaphor, symbolising, among other things, ageing while retaining one’s determination, refusing to let go and end up in the night blue old people’s home.

The poems also convey the interconnection between society, the individual, nature, and memory.