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 |
Peaches Sweet as pie and popcorn, sharp claws climbing drapes, kind enough to suckle kittens that were not hers. Three legged crash survivor, one eyed and crooked jawed, five pounds of chatty "yeow!" filled me with awe. She came with name attached. I could find none better. She came into my life to beg me let her do as she darn well pleased — it was my pleasure. © Kåre Enga [177.339] (7.februar.2021) 14 lines For: "Love is in the Air! (PETS)" Peaches wasn't quite this demanding, but ... she was feline ... and loved popcorn. |