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 LV COMMENTS! 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 Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Winter's here This darkening day fastens me to reality that time of year when snowflakes whisper "winter's coming" and I hold dear old memories, hands hugging a mug of coffee. I ride life saddled to the seasons, cinched to withstand the rollercoaster of meager victories and the many failures. I galloped through youth, through middle-age, now ask to slow down before my dotage. Snowflakes whisper, "Winter's here!" as I make sure I'm secured, surcingle strapped to my mount, the only life I've known. © Kåre Enga [174.291] (5.november.2017 on envelope) |