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 |
Rock-a-bye boat Rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye boat. When the Earth freezes you'll buy a new coat. When the earth broils you'll bake like a shoat. So, rock-a-bye baby. Rock-a-bye boat. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.346] (4.februar.2022) for
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Return to me Dust drifts over dull-white snow, painting frozen ripples shades of mustard, red or tan. Blue skies bring no relief from drought as brown fields thirst, and Silence greets those who stumble by. For The Land has spoken: All Life returns to Me. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.345] (4.februar.2022) for
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