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Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Give me the morning For my cooling blood and cooling waters, thickening grey and the lengthening nights, gathering cloaks of the Ice Queen's warning; give me the morning, give me your light. Winter crawls in as the autumn flies south. Splinters of ice join, becoming a mirror to trap what's below, reflected above. Calmness of death mews mute in my mouth. Yet after the hours of cold hueless blight, glimpsed at horizon, a globe of pale gold breaks up the somber of shortening nights. Give me the morning; give me your light. © 2007 Kåre Enga [164.421] 2007-12-13 ME: I'm supposed to have a soltice poem for tonight ... so I wrote the above today, but I'm sure I have others hidden around as well. But to find them? I ate my liver and onions, so I'm good to go. ![]() Odd to meet someone today fron Nunda, New York. I went to school near there many years ago. We were talking about the snowstorms that can hit Western New York. Guess they are getting snow today. ![]() BLOGVILLE David McClain ![]() ![]() My entry from last year on this day was a good one: "Awakening" ![]() NEON NEWS: Anyone ever consider using eel power? http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071213/tc_nm/japan_christmas_eel_tech_dc Kansas: 34º and sunshine. 1309 |