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 |
Two April fools Warmth in the valley, snow on the peaks, mud in between. Trails led over last year's depressions, past ponderosa, patches of green. I didn't mean to step on your toe. But you forgave me then and a thousand times since. Roads don't always have a destination or dead ends. We managed getting lost, the anxiety of intersections. What direction brought us here? Our trip began with one kiss that led to another that led to another. And here I stand, deciding which way to continue, as if any way but you ever mattered. © Kåre Enga [176.15] (1.april.2019) 100.724 |