L'aura del Campo

There comes a softening... (S1,S2,S3,S4)

There comes a softening...

...to grey clouds
wrung of rain
that wisp across
cold dry terrain
that begs for what
they cannot give
having given all
and more.

© Kåre Enga [171.S1] 11.diciembre.2014

There comes a softening...

...to old books
when spines are spent,
pages yellowed,
stained and bent.

What wisdom
have they given
Ages Past
and yet still give.

© Kåre Enga [171.S2] 12.diciembre.2014

There comes a softening...

...to sore lips
when balm is spread
and then removed
by lingering kiss...

...that dare not stray
past yearning flesh,
remaining a smile
for what's been missed!

© Kåre Enga [171.S3] 12.diciembre.2014

There comes a softening...

..to cantucci
when dunked in milk
by a five year old
waiting for father's voice...

...while sirens scream a mile away:
fire, a body trapped, burnt flesh,
a wreckage of a speeding car
that won't reach home.

The side door opens
this stormy night
to whoops and hugs
while father's raincoat drips.

But...
in another house...
two cookies wait;
a child sits.

© Kåre Enga [171.S4] 13.diciembre.2014
Note: cantucci (canTOOCH) is a biscotti.

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