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.



11/5/12

i have these memories, dark mornings,
or even my dreams. grey unfinished
wood, tin bucket turned upside down
filled with rain water, with small hole
and twig to close it or leave, to wash
hands 















glade behind our house
and dizzy heights, pines


















the only forest berry i haven't seen 
this summer





4 comments:

  1. really beautiful drawings and images...

    i love your stories and memories, olga

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  2. that landscape behind the grasses and the wildflowers
    it must be a photo of a dream
    and i love the drawings, always, every one

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  3. like always i feel like entering into a
    world of peace and beauty when i come in here...
    ...such a precious space this is for me!

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  4. I adore the little girl. :-)
    Thank you for sharing.

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olga.




olga