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 |
Autumn in August The rain came in and washed the smoke brought clouds and cooling breezes. The heat's now gone, the dust now gone and with it daily sneezes. The end of river rafting looms summer's bluebirds southward bound I'd lament for solar heat and burns but I'm not an English hound. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.213] (22.august.2021) 8 lines xaxa xbxb Something about dogs and Englishmen basking in the noonday sun? Summer appears to be over here. Posted in "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" |