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.



4/16/13


we used to sit for hours
reading and drawing plants
with older children, discovering
and exploring new things and i was 
excited every time as sincerely as them.



here is my story of ireland bells for you


it is lightly scented and leaves on top 
are so similar to the melissa leaves,
i am feeling minty smell.

bells cling closely to stems and they 
are not really flowers but enlarged 
calyxes. and sometimes there are 
spikes right under them. the true 
flowers, tiny, fragrant and white, 
are deep within the bells.



after night it became stronger 
and the line of stem went 
up, straight and strong




















good night to you,





белый лист завтрашнего дня 









3 comments:

  1. how wonderful
    story, pictures, drawings
    all

    you are a gem
    dear girl

    good night

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  2. little tender trumpets
    of luck . . .

    good night,
    good tomorrow

    ReplyDelete
  3. ireland bells in your hand become like dream flowers
    like impossible flowers
    how could they be ?
    silver green trumpets
    treasuring flowers
    and the melissa smell
    precious

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