out beyond the window frame
the garden is laid out in corners
light and shadow

along the wooden sill
green moss grows
little paths into sunlight

we watch for the birds
to come and sit
on the branches
sing us songs
until twilight

through the trees
we watch the starry sky
my hand entwined in yours

nose pressed against
the window glass
until the faint blush
of sunrise
~

leigh-anne fraser