Sun rises over the roof tops

Sun rises over the roof tops
Pale, yellow light spills through
The spidery frost on the window.
Another morning.
Hand opened on the bed,
Sunlight in the palm
Nothing to hold on to
Nothing to grasp
Light coming and going
Here and there
Caught in the crystal,
Hanging in the corner of the window
Shattered light is painted
On the bare walls.
Even colour is elusive
As the sun climbs higher
In the winter sky.
Another day.
Dream remnants fly
with the wind outside.
Another night dissolves with
One last breathless kiss

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

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

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