Hand opened on the bed

Hand opened on the bed,
Sunlight on the palm
Nothing to hold onto
Nothing to grasp
Leigh coming and going
Here and there
Sun rises over the roof tops,
Pale yellow light
Spills through frosted window
Another morning
~

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

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