Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Snowfluff in Missoula This would be a purple haze if the sky were tinted violet, a Titian painting heaping praise on frostbit mountains, not some gaudy Goya depicting the blood red flames of the Fire Season or the Stockman's barroom brawls, maybe a Picasso painting of a blue blue Elvis, crossing his legs to warm his balls. At Ten below, the indigo Indian on the corner of Pine points to the orange sign above the Oxford, patiently snoozing till Spring. In this land between mountains, it is wise to be patient for Spring. Come June this would be a purple haze, if the sky were tinted violet and like Dali's clocks, time would sit on the frostbit mountains, melting, melting. © 2008 Kåre Enga [165.354] 2008-12-23 We were having light fluffy snow. "in a purple haze if the skies were tinted violet ..." came to mind. There was snow last June 11th. BAA BAA BAA (bleep bleep bleep): It is sunny and I should not tarry inside at The Senior Center. Ate with Elisabeth, David, Dalton and Paul today. Tomorrow ... brunch with the Freelands. I soaked in the magnolia bubblebath last night reading a well-written children's ghost story. I picked up some throw-aways at the library. Have plenty to read and if this headache goes way I just might (after a walk downtown). MILLSTONES and MILESTONES: This blog will hit 10k in the next 24 hours; "First drum set" has 90 reviews and 799 views and will hopefully be over 800 by the time I post this. Getting 100 reviews will entail more work. 'zine is still not done. Ah, well ... Montana: 22º at 13:30 9985 |