sun rises over frosted fields

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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, as I turn the corner I realize
that you are that light
to bring colour to the bleakest day
I smile because of it
and continue on
~

leigh-anne fraser

Nonexistence

I belong to an international group of photographers. Each month, we have been exploring different techniques and concepts in photography. For the past month we have been exploring ‘nonexistence’ . It was not an easy concept for me – it pushed me to look at my photography in a different way, which is wonderful. Here are some of my entries.

I used to know what these arms could hold

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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 truth

Where will these hands take me?
I wonder in the dark hours
when the stars have all fallen asleep
and even the moon is quiet

where will I be when dawn breaks through
and another day begins?

I am not lost
even still

and the whisper that reminds me
echoes through my mind
along the curve of my arm
to settle in the palm of my hand

~

leigh-anne fraser

I am you

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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 leaving
those pieces of me
along the way

~

leigh-anne fraser

this is not a love poem

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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
even the sun shines
more brightly
than it did before
or how the world
falls away when
we are together

this is not a love poem
or a story or a song
but if it were
all I would say to you
is this.

I love you
and that is all.
~

leigh-anne fraser

a side effect of loving you

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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
is forgetting to breathe
when you kiss me
holding me close
until my lungs scream for air
oh yes, somewhere my brain says,
breathe in, breathe out
this moment will not end
I want to do nothing but listen
to the sound of your breathing
rest my head
against your shoulder
watch the sky unfold
and the day grow long
until we are held still
by everything around us

~

leigh-ann fraser

I miss you in the bold light

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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
for all that was
and will not be
for all that could
never be

in the bold light
and harsh sharp shadows
I miss you
the you I used to be
~

leigh-anne fraser