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! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
ChPaaQn Like white peeling bark, like a snag high above the male mountains, Sleeping Woman shines, her glistening peak a gathering of clouds she wrings dry. Ermine clothed in Autumn, she holds the elixir of Spring waters to slake the parch of Summer. © Kåre Enga 26.october.2014. Formerly known as Squaw Peak. 7.989 ft or 2.435 m. Just quick notes to expand on later. |