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.



10/25/16


first snow, large flocks of fieldfares
on rowans (to eat) and birches (to rest),
agar jelly autumn leaves made with cherry
armenian juice that tastes like real cherries..
it happens almost never with fruit these days,

and a hello
























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warmly,
olga.




olga