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 |
A bee's lament No rose blooms yet in this northern clime. No nightengale sings a lullaby. The first mourning cloak has winged its flight. Why should I be forced to act my age? Joy comes by invitation only. It's been a long time since I've been asked. Festivals just mark another year. Are you surprised that I'm still here? © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.49] (19.april.2021) for "Blogging Circle of Friends " "Day 3074: April 19, 3021 Prompt: Rose, nightingale, butterfly, festival, and joyful." and "Dew Drop Inn" "act your age." in an 8 line form (of ~9 syllables) for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" "surprise, bees" |