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.



11/29/13

it's almost winter 

bright skies after grey days, tiny bright
rowan berries and blue tits. sometimes
i ask myself if it's alright to be alone for
so many hours and days. then i go back 
to my routine and once again say to myself
that everything is fine.





















the most festive that i could do

'winter time, christmas time'









have a good autumn - winter weekend, dear friends



5 comments:

  1. those wonderful pictures and drawings...
    and yes - it is fine:)

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  2. fine
    with marvels all around
    with marvels at you hand
    how much i love your winter coloured poems

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  3. what a beautiful bird,
    i have never seen one
    in real life,
    and - your beautiful paintings
    dear olga are so true . . .

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  4. beautiful drawings and
    beautiful images with bright red dots
    and a sweet little bird
    a fine tablecloth and the smell of cookies
    i love your images and world
    and miss your posts....

    hope you are fine
    x
    Patrice A.

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  5. You are truly talented, dear Olga.
    I'm speachless.

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olga.




olga