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 |
Serenade to Odin's Day Even half-blind I see how you brighten our north-western horizon, sky shifting from orange to red to purple — how only puce remains to greet the pinpricks of your ancient cousins — those who bide their time. This is your realm. As long as you are lit they blush respectful, bow before your golden glow — but soon — twilight diamonds sprinkle greetings through your dreams. Far into the cooling night they twinkle — until you yawn — stretch out your fiery fingers to wake our dawn. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.28] (8.juni.2022) 14 lines |