my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



12/6/11

i wish i had a mistletoe
somewhere near. so many plants i miss
and here is nothing, almost nothing here.

you brought me nineteen flowers
like i`m younger,

and another pin - i`m running out of
this earthy clay, deer with mistletoe
for my little shop`s gifts








2 comments:

  1. Found your blog via a comment on the blue rabbit house.
    It is lovely!

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  2. thank you
    i`m glad you stoped by

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