Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" ![]() ![]() Reader's Choice of Poems: "'heart's home'" ![]() "Where grows the compost heap" ![]() "Tales told over scones and hot tea" ![]() "Speak soft my name" ![]() "Drugs sold here" ![]() Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" ![]() "Death of Jeannie New Moon" ![]() "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" ![]() "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." ![]() "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." ![]() "ENFP, what are you?" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...went to bed early, got up early after tossing and turning, lay down for a few minutes, almost missed lunch! Me mE Me mE: I didn't do much yesterday. At home I got a few books out of the freezer and put a few more in them. The outdoors freezer should last a week. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I'm at the Senior Center again. Chatted with friends. Catching up on-line. It's still sunny and very cold outside. It was 3º this morning; now 15º. 52,513 |