sun rises over frosted fields another week begins I am not watching the soft yellow light or the limbs dipped in shimmering white I think, instead, to you sleeping under warm covers, feeling your pulse in my skin your breath against my cheek and long already for the week to be put behind me then,…

I used to know what these arms could hold the weight of each small thing how the paper folded how the roses pricked my skin how the warm breath felt how the tea filled the cup how the sunset chased shadows to the room I used to know these things and then I learned the…

little ladybug I want to walk with you and see through your eyes ~ leigh-anne fraser

I am you in reflection your perfection undisturbed by waves my heart went with you on unseen roads and highways all that you would not share was mine too even though even though I am you in reflection wandering and searching hoping, dreaming but I do not forgive you not now not ever not for…

sitting here with you unfolded wing on wildflower utterly transformed ~ leigh-anne fraser    

along garden paths birds and invented cages bring me home to you ~ leigh-anne fraser    

  this is not a love poem or a tale of counting the heartbeats until I see you again I did not lose count and start over because the aching left in the space between kisses was too much to bear this is not a love poem to tell you how much life has changed…

    lightness of feather in an unbearable moment life touched by sunshine ~ leigh-anne fraser

a side effect of loving you is waking to random thoughts and a strong unrelenting desire to sit with you on a park bench while willow branches sway and the air fills with possibility to hold your hand and listen to you read to me from your favorite book a side effect of loving you…

    balance in a breath a perfect moment with you we stand together ~ leigh-anne fraser  

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…

alone but not alone tall against the sky you call to me and remind me strength lies not in being the only one but in understanding my place in the field where the wild grasses and flowers grow the birds fly and rest the sky dances with clouds and wind and the sun touches everything…