I am the silence in between The torn sky after the storm Clouds and sunshine peeking through I am the calling after a hundred years Wandering in the mountain folds Where earth bleeds to grow wildflowers I am the mother Guarding wings until they are dried From the tears of living Flight comes in that…

laying hedge against the wind carefully bend me to weave through branches living wall gather rain and butterfly wings I cannot think of anything else I need more ~ April 2015

without a word I could leave fade into shadows at the end of another day much like others have done but I won’t I won’t knowing the pain silence causes the ache disappearing turns and the waiting breaking of it leaves a scar that never heals indifference a poison slowly killing me no. take your…

  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…

  eight cups of coffee measure the day lined up on the table among the newspapers and magazine clippings i sat endlessly flipping between sips not sure what I was looking for except to find maniacal comfort in the glossy pages and frankenstein faces plastered there and then the ripping – pages torn out for…

IV In small things We all begin The seed To the tree The grain of sand To the boulder The drop of rain To the ocean In small things We all continue From tree to seed From boulder to sand From ocean to droplet Where you begin I begin A breath between Here and now…

III I ask for nothing Not for you to see me Not for you to hear me Or listen to one word Or agree or share or walk With me Find instead the path That calls your name dressing it in love and bliss lifting you up high to see beyond what you think you…

II In saying Thank you I pray that you do not misunderstand Your indifference and ignorance Has not misled me Or pulled me where I was not meant to go Instead, with your help And the kindness of your anger and distain Has propelled me forward To this moment now  I embrace you with deep…

I Sun light traces Shadow lines down Along my arm Patterns match the trees Towering over me I am the leaf Laying gently on The soft ground Carried by the crisp November wind Under the Inner Sky Where clouds pass lazily Before the azure jeweled sun Where the gift of rain is born To fall…

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…

  empty pages more than real life all of the answers let air out of the tires make it again but only temporarily like the last eight beneath my feet if no birds sang we can’t hear what they say a lily with the other unable to express by strength by perservence to fill the…

morning I breathe you hoar frost and ice fog clothe the sunrise I watch looking for myself there in the soften outlines of bare tree limbs and evergreens there in the sleeping earth and dusting of snow I lie in the furrows stretched out to close my eyes while the day carries on ~ leigh-anne…