rumours of spring play along the branches
and garden edges
birds wrestle with the cool morning mist
and I slowly make my way to the end
of the driveway
sunlight does not reach here until
rising still above rooftops and trees
I will be gone before the first ray hits
leaving only an empty space
of where I used to be
dreams heavy stillin my mind
while I am turning the corners
merging traffic
coffee stains on the dashboard
moving life to start the day again
town gives way to field
winding highway
city limits and traffic light waiting
this is what I have become
with only radio for company
stopped waying for a sign to lift
another train to pass
turn up the music
and hope for more tomorrow
another day to fly
~
lei fraser 