I miss you in the bold light
in in the unfolding petals
and all those who went before
I miss the broad leaves
and thousand seeds still unsown
I miss you in the summer
when the days stretch
from the heat
and in the autumn
after the birds have had their fill
I miss you
for all that was
and will not be
for all that could
never be
in the bold light
and harsh sharp shadows
I miss you
the you I used to be
~
leigh-anne fraser