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 |
Spirit of the meandering stream Tears fall on mountains, feel the weight of gravity, slowly wend their way down to roots or down in rivulets to streams that babble over rocks, placed in their way. No time for chatter, to stay to greet the greening banks strewn with falling petals; the willow waves good day. All gives way to water as it wanders, droplets dancing to celestial songs. KE [177.56] (28.april.2020) https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10156745955395728&set=a.61847975727&type... |