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 |
Landscape of locust and larch In a landscape of locust and larch, we bake in hot shade, bask in hotter sun, raise bare branches to lumbering snow clouds, once winter comes, and never trust Spring until warmth makes us bud. Our strengths: learned reticence, profound patience, our skeptic mistrust. Yet planted here: we locusts bloom in arms-open valleys, we larch cling to steep jagged slopes, we humans... neither... or both, we mountain lovers, we valley dwellers full of hope. © Kåre Enga (28.mayo.2017) [174.110] |