night sky deepens
moths flutter
in moonlight
barefoot
lovers stroll
crickets serenade
warm earth
warm hearts
coyotes chant
- -silence- -
sweet ending
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Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.
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Solitude settles in- -
not settling
for leftover love.
A gardenia moon blooms
sparking across water- -
reflections bleed through
a dilute breath- -
vapors rising.
Vacant- -rowboat
sways gently- -plays soft music
against an empty shoreline,
a fine thumping
in tune with our hearts.
Cold- -
I’ve taken refuge
in your eyes,
snuggling in to you
for the dream time.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.
Enigmas- -the moon and you
lying here next to me
stargazing
in one another- -new ground
covered in an hour
feels like making love- -just
passing the time- -away
from those red satin sheets
trailed serpentine
across the floor- -
door standing open,
spell binding- -binding us
never minding the world
as a whole
only the time we spend
absorbing the stars
Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.
Glowing mist shrouds slivered moon,
red- -morning light pierces the horizon- -
minus fifteen degrees- -
complete silence.
Wandering night shadows
slip away,
ice ornaments glisten- -
nature crisp and clean- -embraces
my senses- -electric.
I listen and cling to every particle
- -miracles.
Sage smoke offered inward,
upward- -outward,
I give thanks.
Earth’s eternal love
never sleeps,
unmasked in the dawning
she feeds my soul.
Bird’s wing flutter stirs
snow from branches,
even whispered echoes ripple- -
action and reaction in motion
turning, churning- -
learning my way back
through ancestral dreams.
It’s an unconditional thing,
nature’s awakening
in this new year.
Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.
Mom and a Sis, and Mom.
She was a tear- -a stone,
the sun and moon traversed the sky
to brighten her dreams.
Her dreams glittered star dust.
She had it all- -gave it all
right from the start
- -love in her heart.
She was inspiration,
singer of songs- -weaver
of pallets for sleeping
- -maker of clothing and dolls,
a keeper of the old ways- -
keeper of names and truth,
burning sage- -cleansing soul.
She was a daughter of Earth- -
granddaughter of the moon- -
a sister, wife, mother, grandmother.
Her dreams glittered star dust.
She was a giver- -bringer- -
passer of light- -
flame on a candle
in the darkness burning- -
bright smiles, warmth, compassion.
She was a voice of prayer- -
balance and measure
of night and day.
She knew about loss- -hardship
and how to survive
on love.
She had it all- -gave it all
right from the start
- -love in her heart.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph, Collage of Personal Family Photos, Copyright 2010,
by Suzie Ashby.
Tide swell erases
words in sand- -
washing songs from shells- -
foam licks our legs,
Poseidon’s moonlight drenched kisses.
We swim with stars at our feet
diving in
to one another,
trying to save the last pearl
from ever being found
by the wrong hand.
Long days of summer gone
we package our love
in seaweed
and color it farewell.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Fire’s kiss
bends twilight shadows
morphing imagination’s
mingled thoughts
to beauty.
Orange moon rises
ever higher- -a neon balloon
uncontrolled, taking away
my quaking breath- -showing
night tide’s beauty,
sewing autumn stitches- -
a quilt of comfort
for broken dreams.- -
My soul grows
in the wake of you.
The moon forgets- -
I forgive, harvest comes
creeping bold flame kisses- -
I love you.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
When Reading my poetry, the "- -" is a pause longer than a comma and shorter than a sigh.
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All poetry and photographs on Cerulian Moon is the sole work of Suzie Ashby. Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby. If I use quotes from anyone else or photographs, I will give full credit to the right parties.
It is about Love, Nature, and Unconditional Love.
