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 |
In this season of buttercups In this season of buttercups I wander among sage—grey greening, sky bluing, river rising from melt and cold rain. They squat on the ground, raiment around them, royalty among shy blossoms, those impatient harbingers of spring—turn their faces up to me as if I were— a Sun. But on this cloudy evening I cast no shadow. Their iridescent yellow beckons the bees... and me. © Kåre Enga [176.43] (14.april.2019) 101.087 |