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 |
David's Day the sun woke me up I put on socks and shoes, hop between the shadows ring ring the bell rings I add subtract and read, look out frosted windows hot dog or corn dog? Ice Cream Cones! I scream with joy make smiley faces I go out to play clouds gather and speak to me gleeful I splash back I wait for the bus snow wind or rain tomorrow I'll do it again. © Kåre Enga (28.april.2025) [182.43] |