I I only know you at rest, raindrop, Alone or in the complex veil of descent the endgame of your life Shining jewel dancing on emerald velvet Or a thousand kisses that Fall against my upturned face Your birth a mystery Unknown to me, The pattern of your life Sacred geometry Beyond my small awareness…

Last night, I sat at the window listening to the night before sleeping. The moon was full, and through the thick layers of clouds even, was bright enough to almost peek through in places. The light made the cloud translucent. The wind made the trees sound like the ocean, and it was hard to not…

breathless disconnected torn along ragged skylines rain clouds wrestle with pale sunlight summer soon forgotten concrete sidewalks scream the coming day unmasked heart turns wind whips the corner thin trees bend low in deference to glass and steel not flesh and bone passing telephone rings, no answer ~ ©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011

Sheltered by shadowlines I am tucked away Bead of sweat travels from my temple To the low curve of my jaw Waiting for lemonade ~ Tear in the brown paper bag Crumpled and creased At  my elbow Lemon yellow peeks through Fingernail to citrus and the air erupts Unexpected breeze like a kiss Brings the…

sometimes there are no words no words for the angels who wear new wings no words for the heart that touched many lives throughout many years no words for those left behind heavy with sorrow and loss. sometimes there are simply no words for the life lived sweetly with strength for the life lived and…

unfolding bloom sits delicately above water face turned to the sun ~ ©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011

haiku by Leigh-Anne Fraser

  I pour myself into this shape oozing and undone heart unmended seeping Love flowing into low places studying the map of me love tips into the toes and shins moves among the muscles and skin long strides bone strength to carry on moving wrapped centre tightly holding on along the neck to the eyes…

Lying in the woods, the earth is soft against my back. I stare up at the sky now grey with clouds. Tall pines sway with the heavy wind. They are moaning in protest. I can smell the fungus on the log above my head. Tiny green fingers reach from the creased bark, touching the decaying…

  how did I get here? alone in the deepest night light bent in arrows ~ © Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011  

sitting in a pile twenty-two red paper clips picture of my day ~ ©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011