Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
#1513. Sit next to the fire, as close as you dare [99] Soltices
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#1511. It's time to say goodbye [127] Serenade #...?
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#1442. Fifty years later her wrinkles still laugh [6]
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#1439. Þimbleberries Þieves (Thimbleberry Thieves) [178.4]
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#1421. Lionin the night [337] Supercell [336] Winter's flame [335]
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#1419. there came a dappling... to the moment [333]
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#1415. The mist that parts; the ice that melts [328] (~225 words)
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#1414. there comes a softening... to stiff jeans [327] ID #1003214 entered on January 29, 2021 at 9:42pm |