Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| A way in Faint ash and a cough— spare sign that all wasn't well— that the invisible could rob me of breath. Aloft grey clouds loomed ominous— a respite only for others... for me— short breath. Faint memory of smoke— how it lingers, permeates all with its touch. Fainter still... gnawed cardboard in a corner— small pellets. This too— like months you didn't answer— hope fading like smoke. How sorrow gnawed like mice— how it always found a way in— like wings seeking refuge in Autumn. © Kåre Enga [24.February.2017] 80,535 |