Summer Love

English: Rainbows over Colesbourne (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I want to feel
cool rain
tingling
down
my spine
mingling
with skin
and summer sun- -
feel it
splashing there
where your hand
should rest,
there where
your lips
could find me- -
bind me
up inside- -out,
testing my will.

Open wide
the rainbow curtain- -
curve your light
on me
fill my heart
with summer
love colors. 

 

Copyright by Suzie Ashby, 2013.

 

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Lavender Roses- -Rain kissed

English: A purple rose in lavender shade Português: Uma rosa roxa em tom lavanda (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Lavender roses- -
rain kissed love
falling petals
my heart feels
and hears
and sees you
in every scent

I’m thinking- -
dreaming
wanting
to taste
the droplets
silvery-lavender
cool sweetness
of your skin
quickly- -

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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Your Classical Music

Down My Spine.

Piano
rain
falls- -

classical
music
trickles- -
your
fingers
down
my spine

 

 

my soul disrobes- -
your eyes
unblinking,
drink me in

 

yet
we avoid
the crescendo
in the middle ground,

dancing

 

 

 

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Photograph Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

 

 

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Up to Chance

I leave it all
up tp chance
as to whether
I create or relate
- -never been able
to do both
concurrently
perhaps I should listen
to more rainbows
and watch colors
of rain dripping
in a bucket of dreams.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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.

Small One Laughing: Grandma Nora

My Grandmother Nora (Mom’s Mom)

Meadow swollen
with blossoms
velvet wings flutter
Nora- -Small One Laughing
in shining sun
seeks flowers for her raven hair.
Eagle screams in the wind
- -they come, Thunder Beings
rolling, crashing
hiding the sun.
Skyward
Small One’s eyes
fly with Eagle- -soul
flies.  Nora- -Small One
Laughing sings to the skies.
Crystal rain
dropping, leaping
spilling down- -down
over lichen painted granite- -
granite painted Earth.
Small One Laughing
becomes the rain- -one
with it, dancing.
Golden sun returns- -glistening
from above sweeping
painted Earth with love.
Nora- -Small One Laughing
rain kissed- -on the run back
through the warming sun- -
back to the wild flowers
for her raven hair.

Meadow Wild Flowers

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Both Photographs Family Property of Suzie Ashby, Copyright 2010.

Where This Could Go

Your soul- -my refuge
we’ve weathered my chaos- -
a deluge of loss, gain loss.
Time- -only time nothing more.
We meld as one- -water colors           
free in the rain- -fluid, brilliant- -
stirring of hearts, stirring
in this mobius continuum- -
dusks, dawns, warm- -cold.
You always hold me,
a peach blossom in your hand- -
softly, sweetly
despite things I do.
Our gentle drifting in you
an eternal thing.
Your eyes- -the unending sky,
you- -the expanse of starts
cradling me- -tenderly.
Safe- -this massive refuge of you.
We know
where this could go- -love- -
getting there is the journey
two hearts take- -searching
for the calm.
we’ve settled
in this fluid painting- -
water colors in the rain- -
absorbing the dusks and dawns,
burning red on the horizon
of our stirring.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.