Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "In Lagada, la vita" "Between us" "At three" "Drugs sold here" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...on the mountaintops... Me: I swear I saw a snowflake yesterday. Today the mountaintops look frosted. Could be. There's snow in the higher passes. No more warmth till Spring. I actually got up in the night and found a heavier blanket. I keep my place on the cool side, but I felt cold. Feels like late Autumn. The wind brought down lots of leaves. Those remaining look like a trace of color on the trees. Excellent for photos if I wanted to be out in the cold. 46º ... and snow in the forecast. Just looked out the window... yep, that's snow up there. It's whiter than it was this morning. In personal news: edited a few photos of Voss, Norway last evening; boiled my underwear yesterday; wrote a poem at a poetry/prose reading. Saturday? Last farmer's market, bought potatoes. Watched the second half of a dreary game watching U. Montana get their asses kicked. May go to a game this weekend. Even if it snows. The forecast is for 45º here... ...even if it snows. |