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Frost again & There comes a stillness... to my dismay [242]

21 degrees and no wind. Cold in the hallway this past day (as if windows were open).

Warm and windy where hurricane Pamela lands in Mexico.

34 at 11. Above freezing and reasonably calm = I can go out without putting on my bear-suit.

Saw a few flakes and my friends today ...

Excellent macaroni salad.

Bought bread and bologna. Cashews! Not much on sale.

Visited Travis for a short visit... 3 hours later... I read him my slightly-edited and contest-entered poem from 2014 "There comes a softening — to cantucci " 

I wrote the following tonight thinking that 8 lines would be perfect length for this type of poem. Many do have 8 lines; only a few have more. I have written over 100. Wrote one earlier this year for Express it in 8.

There comes a stillness — to my dismay

There comes a stillness...

...to my dismay
as the last leaves flutter
then fall away
as geese fly overhead.

...and to my bones
as muscles stiffen
and my sighs and moans
weep away.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.242] (13.oktober.2021)

October 14

Snow on the morning's mountains. Cold.

Had a cheese-bologna-peanutbutter sandwich. Cooking up marigold petals with rice. I can smell it.

There comes a reckoning — to the mountains

There comes a reckoning...

...to the mountains
when October snows lace the pine
a gift of Jack Frost
and the Queen of Northern climes

...and to a waft of marigolds,
in autumn's garden,
flush with yellow blooms,
their leaves now frozen.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.244] (14.oktober.2021)

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