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 |
View from the bridge They cavort y'know: the swans, the geese, the ducks — especially the ducks. They wait until we turn the other way then continue making — ducks. Then beavers glide up channels to gather leaves at the base of half-gnawed trees where eddies swirl. And we? We watch the swallows swoop, then cross the bridge to drown our sorrows. Those of us afraid to swim, unable to fly. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.179] (31.juli.2021) 13 lines free verse ~65 words prompt free write about wildlife month. ~ Wild About Wildlife Month https://www.popsugar.com/pets/Wild-About-Wildlife-Month-23835474
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