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" "In the midst of silence" "In search of Iris" "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)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Tupac and more poetry" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
ME! I arrived to cold weather 2ºF. This morning it was -22ºF. It could be worse. Atlanta was rainy; Minneapolis was cold; Missoula was frigid. Late and couldn't get a ride = taxi for $17. Ouch. Lost my keys sometime after Atlanta. Need to call Delta. Woke up a neighbor who has my spare key. No big deal. Geraniums were blooming nicely and since I was bone-tired but not sleepy I started to unpack. The chores of coming back... I've eaten a couple of $3 lunches but must soon get to an ATM machine, and the grocery store... With the cold, wish me luck. |