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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Captivate

  

DEW (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Moth in moonlight- -
I’m drawn to you
this way
your eyes hold me
captive- -feeling
spellbound
you move through me
in a single sigh
we mingle- -meld
melt in silence
I want to curl up
with you on spring
green pillows- -purr,
content to be
captive and captivating
content to be
warm with you
let me curl up
and captivate you
in spring’s greening.

 

 

(Thank you for being my muse once in a while.)

Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

 

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Friday’s Absence

Collecting thoughts- -
a jar of fireflies
warm- -dim
starlight shows me
how alone
I really am here
alone- -lost
in the absence
of Friday’s smile
winter slicing
through veins
of memories,
even shadows laugh
to see I bleed
without you
I hold my jar- -
a blanket of thoughts,
waiting.

 

 

Photograph courtesy of Wikipedia.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

Ascension and Silence

Snaking slowly,
heavy mountain mist
hangs- -clings,
constricts the forest.
Cold air moist and thin
steals my breath- -
climbing life my struggle,
ascending in silence- -
ascension my intension 
beyond the inevitable
changes coming
with darkness- -burning
with light, brightly bleeding
energy for seeding stars
feeding a work of art- -love,
heart and soul,
in heavy silence 
and thick mountain fog.
Changing landscapes
clawing- -clinging
heart scapes and footsteps
toward inward ascension
outward- -upward
                               silence
and me, moving
in conjunction
with the stars.
Let go of the fog- -
it lets go of you.

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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.

Sentience

 

Eyes closed,
I walk my fingers
over faces I hold
dear and familiar,
absorbing distinct features- -
textures,
a meditation on life,
                                       love.

Smooth autumn leaf faces
awaiting wind’s whispered magic,
to be feathers- -
aloft and dancing.
A cool granite face,
spiked and dimpled- -
dappled lichen scales curl
across the surface.
Times imprints- -
bedtime stories
of musty earth.
Wrinkled pine bark,
a rough face- -weathered
cloaked in whiskered wisps
of tangled moss
tells of north wind’s
brutal snow- -
life in stages- -staged by nature.

Familiar faces,
life’s changes- -
the future of pasts
always present- -ghosts- -
reality and memory,
imagery- -sentience,
eternal love being light.
I read textures in longhand,
the way I write love notes
to lovers I’ll never know- -
knowing those I’ve loved,
I will always love.
Their features immortalized
in natures textures.
Eyes closed,
sentient- -
I walk among the faces
I hold dear and familiar.

                        
copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

Summer in Fuschia

Gracefully,
summer’s
magnificent
evolution
explodes.

Open- -ready,
I reach
for your light.

My sweetest man,
dress me
in crystal kisses.
We are summer
in every season.

Love- -
such a sweet
blossoming
within.

 

 

For D.W.
Photograph Courtesy of pdphotos.org.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.