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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094
Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.

Enga mellom Fjella




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

Late autumn

Reader's Choice of Poems:

"'heart's home'
"Where grows the compost heap
"In search of Iris
"For Jeanette ... when she grows old
"Willowsong


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.
"A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo
"Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum.

FACES




PLACES





Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga

~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
December 31, 2014 at 1:02pm
December 31, 2014 at 1:02pm
#837438
*Turntable* Maybe I should put music on? I love the quiet but I'm facing 4 days of it... at least more places are open these upcoming 4 days.

*Anchor* Lost in dreams yesterday. Went sea kayaking. Eg draumte om ei holder.

*Squirrel* My neighbor Lavinia likes filberts (hazelnuts). I like them too. I should go looking for some.

*Wind* The river frothed last night as spumes of wind-driven ice flew down the channels. Today? All is frozen.

*Tempcold* My temp was 97.3 last night. Couldn't get warm. So I took a hot bath. It rose to 98.4. Then I went to bed.

me:

Lamenting a bit. In the Olden Days when Blogville was more than a ghost town, I blogged almost daily. And folks read my blogs! Now I'm lucky to get one comment per entry.

Not that my blogs are interesting anymore. *Laugh*

Still I blog and Scarlett still seems to be amused by my lists of 5. I try to read and comment on other people's blogs every time I add an entry myself (but only about 3, not over 10 like before).

Same in my personal life. People's lives go on. With me or without. I don't have any enemies at the moment and very little drama this past year. I'm still chatty but there seems to be a lack of connection.

So I lament. Partly it's the Dreary Season but today it's sunny blue skies, no clouds. The snow shimmers like diamonds and the river looks like frozen soap suds. *Delight*


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