Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
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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 |
| March 21, 1962 To the east of choppy Lake Eerie, Michelle L'Éclair marks her tenth birthday with candles and cupcakes and gifts topped with snowflakes from her friends dressed as pink polar bears. It's the first day of Spring and the Winter's last fling on the shores of snowy Lake Eerie. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.117] (8.juni.2021) 8 lines. 9/9/6/6/9//6/6/9 rxaax bbr I grew up with Chelly LeClair and her birthday was in March. The rest is fictional. But Lake Erie does NOT allow Spring to have her way until May... maybe June. For
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