reach out to the light the heart whispered and pleaded just as the sun set ~ leigh-anne fraser

the unaffected sewer mouth that falls unbidden who are you? stupid lazy and absolute what are you doing behind those keys? wasting time in the kitchen? food is never a waste. ho. you. shut up. I am not the sleeping multitude. I am not your cannon your mistaken use of English. Your drawn out afterthought…

  old wooden door closed I am watching from outside we stand silently ~ leigh-anne fraser    

    let me be free like the wind or the swing moving ground becomes a blur reaching skyward trees sway in time and I float into nothing let me be free ~ leigh-anne fraser    

    last night the sky was on fire and we could not help but stop at the ending of the day to watch the riot of colour in the waves I found myself lost and alone you stood indifferent which left me hollowed out like a drum tossed aside you misunderstood everything in your…

  looking for some light between rows of frozen trees marked like a doorway ~ leigh-anne fraser

what is this path we are meant to follow short, narrow, well worn and a leap to the great blue beyond ? maybe ~ leigh-anne fraser

  longing for the summer breezes and the warm air through my fingers blue skies and long green wild grasses I watch through frosted windows snow falls and melts and falls again heart held still like frozen breath over the lake in January waiting for sunshine to peek through the heavy grey and remind me…

come with me the wind whispered we will walk along the greener paths together sunlight will show us the turning and ending shadows will remind us each footstep a beginning each heartbeat a song come we will walk here to the sound of falling water and the call of sparrows in the late autumn air…

  sun rises over ice and snow pale and cold tentative stretching across the morning sky I am painted there in the soft pink fragile like frost and wondering what the day will bring ~ leigh-anne fraser

frost filled windows in the morning another day to begin I watch the creeping pattern in the quiet stillness almost afraid to touch the glass here for fear of it disappearing and falling through to the otherside ~ leigh-anne fraser

  in the beginning of ending seeds mingle with decay ready for the light, for rain for life and yet everything holds its breath until the right moment ~ leigh-anne fraser