L'aura del Campo

Who has stolen our rainbow? [77]

Cold, cold May,
revenge for a day over 80,
damp, as if it hasn't rained,
as if the river doesn't rage,
as if we need to bathe.

It has.
It does.
We don't.

But the cuddle of a coffee-shop,
warm, steaming from a cup,
soothes our gloomy forecast.
...And then we step outside.

As sunshine glistens off wet pavement,
I search for the stolen rainbow.

© Kåre Enga [174.77] (8.amy.2017)

Last two lines posted at facebook today. Based on a dreary May 7th.

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