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 L ![]() ![]() 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 ![]() ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Recent jottings: grandpa's orchard on a wintry day — baked apple pie © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.330a] (23.january.2022) In response to a fb post. spumoni ice cream chocolate-pistachio-cherry Naple's drumstick © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.330b] (23.january.2022) corporate walls talk when suits have left furtive sparrows (bored penguins) © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.330c] (23.january.2022) In response to a fb post. |