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.



8/24/13



there was an empty big pot filled
with soil up to the top, i found long
persimmon shoot in it, all under the
ground growing higher and higher 
to the sun and air.

such a miracle














and the day when rain did not stop










5 comments:

  1. ....
    sometimes your post
    are almost too beautiful
    like this one
    the words
    the subtle drawing
    those images
    i LOVE your work
    your words
    your world

    fine weekend!

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  2. I was going to say...

    goodness, beautiful!

    ...Patrice has said it all : )

    k x

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  3. too beautiful indeed
    shining raindrops
    like dew in raising sun
    like jewels
    the most precious jewels ever

    and a miracle.
    thank you

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  4. such days are soft and magical, i think
    and the miracle in the eye that sees it.
    so glad to be back here.
    x

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  5. i love the photos you take
    exactly what i'll try to capture,
    the drops, and the light and shade

    and your drawing; simple line, yet so beautiful.

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