L'aura del Campo

Eight layers [sonnet]

Eight layers

         for Rosemary Sinniger

Eight layers await her, one for each decade,
topped by one candle for this gift of life
that never has wavered faced with tribulations.
She basks in its glow before coming night.

In this twilight the sweetness of evening
lingers between layers, this passage of time.
No one knows when life will cast its last light;
instead, inhale its fragrance of aged wine.

Paradigms shift from what remains to be done
to fond memories of what's been accomplished,
what struggles well-fought, vanquished, overcome.

Cakes await for their candles to be snuffed.
Savor them as you weep at their passing,
with each morsel know their beauty was enough.

Kåre Enga (13.march.2020)

It wanted to be a sonnet: xaxa, xbxb, cxc, dxd

Original:

Eight layers

         for Rosemary Sinniger

Eight layers await her, one for each decade,
topped by one candle for the gift of life
that never wavered faced with tribulations.
She basks in its glow before coming night.

In this twilight the sweetness of evening
lingers between layers, this passage of time.
No one knows when life will cast its last light;
instead, inhale the fragrance of aged wine.

Paradigms shift from what remains to be done
to fond memories of what's been accomplished,
what struggles well-fought, vanquished, overcome.

Cakes await for their candles to be snuffed.
Savor them as you weep at their passing,
with each morsel know that this life was enough.

Kåre Enga (13.march.2020)

It wanted to be a sonnet: xaxa, xbxb, cxc, dxd