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 |
Wednesday morning, ten o'clock Cotton balls bloom from bare branches. Ermine blankets cloak peaked rooves. Flags wave to sullen clouds as if to shoo them west. My morning coffee, light and sweet, greets me at ten a.m. Winter's dawn has fled. Mist shrouded mountains will not budge. It's still cold out there, they said. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.367] (16.februar.2022) |