L'aura del Campo

In this season of buttercups [176.43]

In this season of buttercups

In this season
of buttercups I wander
among sage—grey greening,
sky bluing, river rising from melt
and cold rain. They squat
on the ground, raiment
around them, royalty
among shy blossoms,
those impatient harbingers
of spring—turn their faces
up to me as if I were—
a Sun. But on this cloudy
evening I cast no shadow.
Their iridescent yellow
beckons the bees...
and me.

© Kåre Enga [176.43] (14.april.2019)

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