Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Zmitri" "In Lagada, la vita" "A radiant moon has set" "I, Katrina" "Koan on an October sky" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
... maybe. Me Today the high is 70. It will get warmer this week but the heat of summer is gone. Nights in the 40s. Bought potatoes at farmers' market. Plenty of melons. Getting ready for winter squash. Prices seem high but these are local farmers. Football season started today. I'm dressed in maroon and grey. No oomph but otherwise okay. Saw Gretel. Got a hug from Ingrid. Carly is back in town. Folks move away but it's hard to stay away. If my leg continues to be okay I might risk a long walk. Need to not gain weight. Walking helps. Two cups of coffee today, a cherry streudel, a fish taco. I'm eyeing the pumpkin pie... LOL. Spring is my favorite season, May my favorite month. Autumn and September come in second. The lack of extreme heat and smoke in the air should make this autumn enjoyable. |