L'aura del Campo

Hyacinth [337], Foxglove [338], Plumbago [339]

hyacinth = regret

foxglove = protection

plumbago = hope


Regrets

Her hyacinths bloomed a month late
red-purple tears clinging to a stalk
small fleshy stars, fragrant,
almost cloying.

They couldn't bring her back,
not her fingers planting their bulbs,
not her waiting all winter long,
not her longing.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.337] (27.januar.2022)

Protection

Snug in the foxglove, the faeries hid
from the rain, the bumblebee too,
the occasional fly,
the hungry spider.

All sought refuge inside the cloak
felt the storm sway the stalk
as if to ring the bells
to sing "you are safe".

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.338] (27.januar.2022)

Plumbago

The sun fell, leaving a carpet of light
blue blooms on bright green leaves
irrepressibly cheerful.

Not matter how often the gardener
clipped and fashioned them
they always sprung forth with joy
for where there was there joy

...there was hope.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.339] (27.januar.2022)

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