Yearning For Spring

English: Snow covered spring flowers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Spring- -
winter
unfurls
its feathered wings.
Cold white linen
spreads
over yarrow,
again it hides
for a time.
Oh, how the seasons
push and shove my moods

I yearn for tomorrow’s
return of spring- - 
and your sunny smile
warming me
in shades of love
I haven’t dreamed
of yet.  Birds trilling
the way Cyndi sings
“Time After Time”
- -all emotion
the birdsong
warming me
afterall- -sun
will shine
in your eyes.

 

Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

 

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This Falling

Water falls
blue- -
your
eyes
spill
splash
my careening heart
still needs you
wild
love- -
washing
through
my soul- -
wish you were here
in this falling
all over me again.

Photograph Courtesy of pdphotos.org

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

My Petals

An image of a Rose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

My petals curl
in upon themselves
closing at sunset

Hurry- -
kiss me
one last time
before the sun
lays down
beyond
the mountains
to sleep
beneath
a velvet canvas

 
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

 

 

Where We Go Next

 
We follow a trail
long since tangled
in fisted weeds.
Walking back
through pages- -places
other lifetimes
have taken us
leaves thorns
in my thies- -
let me show you.

The back story
leads to now- -
knowing how we got here
is not important,
it’s where we go next.

Darling,
your eyes speak
volumes- -I live
for a great
toe curling read.
Eager
for a luscious ending,
I’ll wait to see
where we go next- -
passion-flower seeds
sprouting my hair.

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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Dreamcatcher

 
Weaving spider,
a dreamcatcher’s web- -
easy,
dressing it a bit
more difficult.
Designing love
by hand
means listening
to its needs.
Breathing into it
pieces of heart- -
bits of soul, I risk
losing a child- -
an impending
letting go.
I’m never ready
to give them up- -
these seedling
extensions of self.
Eventually
I do
finish
the poem.

You are
my dreamcatcher.

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

In My Pocket

 
Collecting thoughts- -
pretty rocks
to fill my pockets- -
dreams kept
for long nights running
backward in slow motion
waiting for you to find
me between the lines.

Icy night wind mourns
the summer still locked
away deep in my heart- -
where sea spray comes
dancing amid the gulls
and your shining smile- -
a bright sun warming
my toes in the sand.

I can’t stand waiting
for so long
between sunshine kisses.
Collecting thoughts- -
pretty rocks- -to keep you
in my pocket- -safe,
a cold night’s dream
while mourning summer.

 

Photograph courtesy of pdphotos.org.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby. 

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Losing You

English: Pale horse In field between the railway line and the Eastern Cleddau. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I shiver- -the darkness
cold, missing you
                                 already.
Ignore the rain
on my face
over your suffering.

The inevitable lingers- -
a huge spider in its web,
dangling around my neck.
I’ve begged it to leave you
here with me.  I could
rewrite the turning
of seasons I’ve squandered
without you.  Selfish, I know- -
after all, pale horses are impatient.

I’ve heard quietus
can be kind- -beautiful
like you.  It’s down deep
in the well of missing
more years together- -
I fear most.

Sis,
give mom and dad
my love.  I’ll see you smiling
again one timeless Sunday
for dinner and pie.
We’ll laugh
over no more tomorrows- -
then see about taming
a pale horse or two.

For Clara, I love you sis.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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