lei fraser

I am

the shadow growing

longer in the rich golden light

of the setting sun

I am the moss

growing over the

stony ruins of

an abandoned house

I am the wandering path

through the dark woods

I am the husk of dead tree

standing where the grubs feed

and the woodpeckers hunt

I am the broken limb

left to rot and return

to the earth

I am the wind

lifting the leaves up

to the sky

I am the call of songs

that only birds

understand

I am nowhere here

and everywhere

like drops of rain

gathering in a puddle

I am star bits

tossed along an inky sky

by an unseen hand

I am

just

me

~

©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011