High Holy Days by Amy Jane Wood



High Holy Days


this morning is full of prayer 

electric dawn visions  

break 

like rain

we have shaken the stars from the night sky

and they are here with us 

and we are steeped in their gold

at last 

love is the weather



Amy Jane Wood

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