Between the clouds I see the sun shine

Dreaming about this poet life we have together.

The full moon rises in the height of the spear so early in the morning twig 2017-10-07 07:50 as an idea has faded.

And it's full moon in the sky

Which blows up with the fan?

She presents new scarves flattering turbid gray-purple golden clouds.

On my kitchen doors, stains look like on an anthrax board.

It's the night's  rosehip jelly preparation in the half-dark that left the track, at the time I hade listen to the radio...

O, And cans have not yet got a poem on labels.

"Old recipe" rosehip marmalade for pancakes that sounds too simple.

Now that I really have childhood recipes for allergies and raw-food diets have been deciphered and it tastes so divine.

Autumn invites harmony, and there is nothing hesitation about it.

(Nippon)Rosehip  fruits have processed them crudely.