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