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 |
Stone Wall & Heath for Petra Give us a chance; we'll paint your sorrows six shades of green, a gift of a soft day of mists and rainbows, each bruise healed with moss, each crack fused with a nest for flowers, blue and pink greeting the gull-filled sky. Abandoned corners provide a refuge from wind where woolly sheep snuggle against raw cold. Hear how they bleat, beckoning you to stumble across these fields of rock, clamber over these walls of stone graced with golden gorse. Let your fingers trace the landscape's inscription as the last rays of sunset guide your way. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.241] (26.septembre.2021) 14 lines free verse Sent on a postcard "Stone Wall & Heath, Co Down, © Tom Quinn Kumpf |