Summer in You

 

Wild Flowers in Sister's Grove.

 

Hay scent
wild flowers
freshly mown grass
rose blossoms- -
                            and rain
summer perfumes wind
- -dances with sunlight
glinting golden your skin
your eyes, taking in the world- -
the wilderness

I love Rocky Mountain summers
especially here in your arms
where summer grows forever- -
I’ll always find it
playing in your eyes
even when heavy rain
comes flooding the blossoms

 

 

 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Photograph Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Come Softly

Come softly- -
hand in hand
into the night
when flowers rest
their blossoming faces
- -silently,
shadows become one with the cooling air- -
as will we
with the stars watching
over us.

Come softly with me
into the dawn,
when flowers awaken
to the frosted kiss of fall- -
knowing winter is inevitable.

Come softly
to my heart
where breath is but a faint sound
- -a gentle breeze
fluffing the down of a feather- -
where day and night mean nothing- -
Where time
is only a burden from yesterday,
and all todays
are what really matter.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.