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 |
Second Spring Late summer's dark forest green shifts to yellow as time recedes then back again green on green as spring rains bring a cooling breeze and temperatures drop day by day as wild creatures go back to sleep, I feel life's joy before wind's blast feel the flowers share their fragrance, feel your warm embrace again... as all rejoice with gentle sunshine, the gentle rain, the gentler mist, return to a time before the melt when frozen we were encased in ice before the heat of our kiss. © Kåre Enga (17.september.2024) 115.360 |