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 |
August death by dust Willow watches as hot winds brush her long tresses, two blackbirds squawking at passersby, where stunted cattails stand stoic, defiant of this drought. As for us — Do yesterday's sorrows predict tomorrow's triumphs or more trials that erode the soul's grip on life, as eyes blink and lashes brush away this drying dust. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.60] (12.august.2022) 7 lines ~52 words |