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 |
Weatherman Whether you return to Kansas plains, flat fertile fields of pregnant grain, erotic elevators, deep furrowed soils, may westwinds blow your weathervane. © Kåre Enga 8.noviembre.2014 For Mark Hejka our weatherman from Kansas! These ditties always need work but better to write the silly things down, edit and then decide where they go from there. This one is destined for Kansas. |