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" ![]() "Between us" ![]() "La Bella Vita" ![]() "Willowsong" ![]() Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" ![]() "Death of Jeannie New Moon" ![]() "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." ![]() "In a garden of roses, baby" ![]() "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" ![]() "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" ![]() FACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() PLACES ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Kåre ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
... for the moment. It looks like it's precipitating just north of here. Above freezing but now dropping. May get over 40º tomorrow; snow next Tuesday. ME: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() But how am I? Saw a bug yesterday. Still, no insanity like before. My neighbors still see them so it'll take some time. But how am I... really? Mostly okay, but I get tired. My temp goes up and down like a yo-yo. BUT... Okay, okay. I take whatever joy there is in the moment. At Spanish circle, I met a young woman from Slovakia who has lived in Ireland and is a delight to talk to. Reminds me that I need to book some travels. It takes time. If I want to go somewhere in mid-December I may be too late already and mid-January should be arranged now. If I could just take off today? I'd visit Buffalo! |