L'aura del Campo

There comes a softening (P1,P2,P3, P4)

There comes a softening...

...by river's edge
when willows green
and rushes glow
to cover winter's scars
amidst Spring's flood
that wends and mends.

© Kåre Enga [171.P1] 13.November.2014

There comes a softening...

...to father's belt
when slapped against the butt
that brings forth cries
but fails to bruise
the inner steel
of being.

© Kåre Enga [171.P2] 13.November.2014

There comes a softening...

...to wings
encased in ice
when comes untimely melt
in early Spring
when all dissolves to muck.

Yet prayers have wings
that once released
from tight pursed lips
give such a joy

like a chrysalis
opening in Summer
to a gentle breeze
that lifts frail wings.

© Kåre Enga [171.P3] 20.December.2014

There comes a softening...

...to a fortress
when moats are filled
and walls dismantled
to be recycled
for a town
that grows beyond
tamed fields to wilderness
where once the Vandals roamed
where once upon a time
we believed in fairy tales
now covered asphalt parking lots
and monstrous discount stores.

© Kåre Enga [171.P4] 21.December.2014

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