Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Transition Each morning, shadows of ponderosa shrink as songbirds flit from trees to drink at moss lined pools wary of owls winging back to nests or an eagle about to soar — as between grey boulders fox kits frolic till mother calls them back to their den safely hidden in this pine-shadowed glen where soon after sunrise the night hunters rest and this day belongs to others. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.21] (24.mars.2021) 13 lines Written for
Prompt Words: pine, trees, moss, boulders, eagle, soaring, nest, and sunrise. |