Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
L'aura del campo
'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣
L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me.
PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS!
passed away November 12, 2005
Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
These pictures rotate.
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
for Wordsmitty ✍️
In the moment
between enthusiasm and memories
three decades of Mid-Life pass
in a flash that keeps
inner fires barely burning,
and embers banked,
until a frisky breath-like breeze
passes over them
to warm numb flesh
and remind cold bones
that dawn still blooms
where night passes into the light
of another day, another life,
that begins anew with eyes wide open
and the joy of being
innocent once more.
© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.277] (9.novembre.2021)