I kept my eye on on the clouds
puffy masses, light-haze,
clouds praying alongside mine
that together with one of us
reaching God, before the other
the clouds and I, passing vapors
reciprocating midst in the sky
sometimes murky,
sometimes unseen
sometimes making faces
before long I’m wondering
are you following me,
or am I leading,
reeling upsidedown
the freshly-cut green grass, frost in the air
above there,
where voices are made,
one howling bow, epiphany
that’s how miracles are born,
un-noticed physical things
transmuting…
that is to say
those same clouds are transformed too
they’d known what I soon learned
it’s something of a miracle when
clouds gather,
praying, right alongside you
Kindness, sis. Krissy 🙂 free photo by pixabay.com
A Poet's Vision 
Best line: “it’s something of a miracle when
clouds gather,
praying, right alongside you”
!!!!!
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aw, thank you, Lori 🙂
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Really best line is — that’s how miracles are born,
un-noticed physical things
transmuting…
Truth!!
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thank you Maren
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Truly beautiful writing!
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