Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Life is complicated, but I'll make this simple Mountains in winter: snowclad and frigid. Mountains in summer: rock-climbs and camping. Mountains year round, lifting you spirits. Your mountains. Your spirits, Not mine. I long for the prairie's emerald whisper in spring. I ache for the grassland's dry rasp in autumn. Open to sky, an unbound horizon, singing a meadowlark's song. My grasslands. My spirit. My song. © Kåre Enga (15.may.2017) [174.84] /PPP#50/ |