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: "Zmitri" "Where grows the compost heap" "A radiant moon has set" "Speak soft my name" "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)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...just cold. Went below -20ºC last night with a Hellgate wind. Yes. When Hell freezes over... I don't skate. Weak ankles as a child and now old bones. But I do admire how skaters can glide over the ice. There's a lot of ice out there today... a-gliding we will go... I'm reading, writing and editing. Fortunately, what I choose to read is worth more than a halfstar. What I write however... My geraniums are blooming as is the kolanchoe. I have a succulent that has small yellow flowers about to burst forth. No idea what it's called. No leaves, just green twigs. Nightmares? Dreams? I prefer dreams but daydreaming won't get anything done so I need to start doing instead of merely dreaming. There are a couple of men who put together puzzles here at the Senior Center. Occasionally I help but I prefer Sudoku or other challenges. (Don't like crosswords or bridge). ME: I'm okay. I stay inside when it's bitter cold. It was dangerous to be out and about last night, so... I didn't. At least Bernice's Bakery is open a block from me. They were closed for 5 days. Only open till 8 pm though. And no internet. Le Petit Outre has internet but they're only open till 6. The Senior Center? 4ish... maybe. No B I N G O today = very very quiet. In other snews... the sun is out and that's cheering. |