summer wine
play for the day
while the grapes ripen
under the golden sun
the frog prince sit atop a striped lily pad
beautiful balls floating in the water
🌞
sing for the day
while the thunder rolls
under the skies of gray
the cheeky squirrel plans how to get to the bird feeder
while munching on a salad of hibiscus leaf
🌧
cry for the day
teach the willow some lessons in grief
under the blood red moon
while the mind plays evil tricks on the old lady
sleeping once or twice through a night in July
🌑
laugh for the day
find yourself in love with the sound of your own laughter
under the current weathered sky
dream and love and fight and make up
all in a day, every day, while you find yourself alive
💞
Amy Lloyd
Hang with people
who allow you to ripen.
Become the golden sky
in your grape skin.
But don’t forget
the wounded vine
that rounded your bouquet
with tannins of sorrow,
dark tears of petrichor.
True sweetness
has body.
❤️
Fred LaMotte
life: acoustic & amplified 