Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| Give me the morning For my cooling blood and cooling waters, thickening grey and the lengthening nights, gathering cloaks of the Ice Queen's warning; give me the morning, give me your light. Winter crawls in as the autumn flies south. Splinters of ice join, becoming a mirror to trap what's below, reflected above. Calmness of death mews mute in my mouth. Yet after the hours of cold hueless blight, glimpsed at horizon, a globe of pale gold breaks up the somber of shortening nights. Give me the morning; give me your light. © 2007 Kåre Enga [164.421] 2007-12-13 ME: I'm supposed to have a soltice poem for tonight ... so I wrote the above today, but I'm sure I have others hidden around as well. But to find them? I ate my liver and onions, so I'm good to go. Odd to meet someone today fron Nunda, New York. I went to school near there many years ago. We were talking about the snowstorms that can hit Western New York. Guess they are getting snow today. BLOGVILLE David McClain My entry from last year on this day was a good one: "Awakening" NEON NEWS: Anyone ever consider using eel power? http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071213/tc_nm/japan_christmas_eel_tech_dc Kansas: 34º and sunshine. 1309 |