but first…
The clouds keep finding their way into the shape of hearts
Oh, those beauteous clouds, in that soul aching cinema-sky
I feast, like the country girl I am
morning and evening I offer my prayers as easy breath
I walk as gift in gift
I cleanse
I clear
I gather
I call
I calm
I glow
I glitter
I shine
I commemorate
I celebrate
I light fires
I hallelujah all over my day
I let go of the old
as I enter full into new territory
I sing it over and over,
It’s good to be alive
right about now (uh huh)
💞
Amy Lloyd