L'aura del Campo

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Sparrows

Gave up on Life long ago 7
Gave up on feasting, content with crumbs 5/4

Yet birds survive on very little 9
before winter's icy blast. 7

Then they snuggle in a tree 7
or abandoned freeze at last alone. 9

For without friends we often struggle 9
Hold me tight my (childhood) chum. 5(7)

[326] (21.januar.2022)


Selvedge

The Sky's hem unravels,
first the golden thread,
then the scarlet,
leaving only indigo
and puce.
Night's curtain descends,
a charcoal shroud
with pinprick holes
as frayed edges dim,
bowing to the New Moon's ebony
when Void's brighter shade,
fills the silent air
as thick blankets of clouds
move in and smother
hope with despair.

[327] (21.januar.2022)

Mirrored in the buffalo's eyes

To see sunrise mirrored
in the buffalo's eyes,
glinting off the flooded fields
where thin blades of rice
wait for a breeze to bring it news.

The morning's traffic
sings the market's dawn song,
those precious moments
before the day warms up,
as it has for hundreds of years.

The monkeys nod. The buffalos know.
The elephants too.
They tried to slow down the two-legged ones
who scurry among them.
They gave up centuries ago.

[316] (18.januar.2022)

Butterfly #1

In Space
no life, no death,
no wind, no need for wings,
in emptiness,
no words

Be! Be!
Give life to words
that breed the need for wings
that flutter, start
a breeze

[313] (17.januar.2022)