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: "'heart's home'" "Glice" "Between us" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Drugs sold here" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Tupac and more poetry" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...Fahrenheit. but Me: Sunday night the storm came in around 11:30. It was already cold, 40s I figure; but slight breeze. When the winds came howling down Hellgate canyon that all changed. The horizontal rain looked kinda white... it was. So... No sleep Sunday night. Wanted to be done with my room by midnight, then 4, then 8... got "done" in time. They sprayed Monday morning and I had to wait until noon. But I needed to eat. Then I took a nap. Must've been about 3 when I got back. Window was open... So I closed it. Whatever I can. Most of my books are in storage. Went to bed last night around 8. Didn't get up till after 9... ...except for a very hot shower sometime during the night. I was cold. All gone with the deep freeze. The City left the flowers out longer this year instead of arbitrarily killing them. My geraniums need re-potting. They'll be the only blooms around. I'm looking forward to more pumpkin pie this Late Autumn (a.k.a. Early winter). I hope everyone's day is going well. Feeling much better than last week. I have lots of rearranging, putting things back where they belong. But, didn't see one bug last night, a surprise. I thought I would. I suspect I will. |