Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Good riddance The East Wind waves goodbye. You're old, you're feeble, you're no longer welcome. Your glow fades from green to yellow to golden dun. You no longer light the mountainside. It's the Solstice. Wiil you come back tomorrow? Will you dim as you wander south? Go. Bring us back the night and cloak of darkness. You'll be missed by many, but the East Wind is not your slave and the bonds that bind us will be shattered. Goodbye. The East Wind waves. Good riddance. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.157.s] (20.juni.2021) |