Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
I thought I saw a fox No wafts of wind nor wing, nary a bird in sight; is that all that's missing? my thoughts take flight above this flowing water, where a brown slink of fur blends into leaves and logs abandoned by trees where the river mirrors gleams of gold floating past worn rock and sand and the trout fly-fisher-man. No chirps. No breeze. In the calm of autumn, October falls one leaf by leaf, to be carried off to the sea. © 2008 Kåre Enga [165.302] 2008-10-17 I was standing on the Madison Street bridge when I thought I saw a dog, cat or fox (my eyesight isn't good). My first line/thought was "what is missing?" ME: The Griz won 43-7 over Sacramento State. I was very tired, so the game did not keep me from yawning. The morning started out drizzly as I went to the final farmer's market and bought chanterelle and lobster mushrooms as well eggplant, leeks, pears, curds, feta. By afternoon the sun came out and the day was beautiful. I went to The Break, read the newspaper, did the sudoku, made more booklets of Sushi.3 and Sushi.5. Tried to stay awake. Tonight though I found an abandoned bucket (with wringer) and a chest of drawers (I got help getting it up two flights of stairs). Yesterday, I found vegetable baskets (y'know, the wire kind you hang up: small, medium, large). I'm really doing well finding stuff. And Nancy gave me a pot of rooted cuttings (including pothos) . My list of things I need is getting shorter. This week is going to be hectic. The Montana Book Festival looms Friday and Saturday and I need to be ready. Montana: 51º at 23:18. Mild and damp. 8510 |