and i drew these ones,
the skies, just like in my first
picture book with poems
pine trees, my dad took them from the forest
when they were smaller than a hand, ten years
later, taller than us, opaque sea-green, reaching
for the skies
our fragile birch
silver poplar and his babies poplars
all around the glade, it's leaves are
like washi paper on one side, make
me use them for wrapping things
and fireweed, blooming and snowing
and i can stand still just turn my head
all around to see these beautiful things
no need to go anywhere for a while
вот через неделю уже осень.
я вчера занималась долго, думала сколько времени сейчас
и увидела вдали дедушку и внука, он посмотрел на часы
и ответил ему, а я прочитала по губам - 18 - 19
немного до этого вдруг почувствовала такую
гармонию, счастье, когда все хорошо и внутри
и вокруг. бывает же. не забыть такое.
oh... olga,
ReplyDeletebeautiful...
your garden, trees, your dearest world,
and your paintings...and the sky.
i just remembered i was sighing every minute
with wonder, 'oh, beautiful' ...'oh, wonderful'...
...in my nagano.
You are incredible, Olga, in just a few strokes you manage to capture each tree so sincerely ! I'm in awe. ox
ReplyDeletethank you so much, dear yukino, dear sonia
ReplyDeleteyour words mean a lot.
these clouds remind me of William blake, his illustrations for the page-my pretty rose tree, ah sun flower, and the lilly...
ReplyDeleteYour watercolors are marvelous, touching.
ReplyDeleteWish you a nice day from France.