L'aura del Campo

There comes... (W1, W2)

There comes—
great turbulence—
to the quiet mind
bent on tomorrow's
replay of yesterday
when world churn
and truth lay overturned
exposed like worms
by the farmer's furrow
—now robin prey.

© Kåre Enga [173.W1] (08.juli-2016)

There comes—
a softening—
to hard packed clay
when rain fills cracks
and children play
as pavement
—puddlicious—
remind one now grey—
of the last big storm
a century ago.

© Kåre Enga [173.W2] (08.juli.2016)