Petals

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A bad day
lasted
a thousand years.
In the dying
of a flower I cried
for the petals- -
dust.- -Just like the one
single breath you pocketed
in the failing light.
Now you know
even shadows bleed
over dying flowers.
Ghosts stir endlessly
waiting for spring
- -its re-birthing, an
unconditional thing.
What’s one breath,
but air.  Shadows
move even in failing
light- -a ballet, night
drifts on silent wings
while embers spark
the sky.  I remain- -
all petals on stone
letting go
                 a sigh.

 
Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Awakening

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.

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Periphery

Sideways looking- -
something strikes
my peripheral view.
In between the betwixt
- -twisted revery
my mind strolls through- -
just there
in the periphery it’s you,
striking brush strokes
across my mind- -making
a mark only infinite wisdom
leaves behind in distant galaxies
and unconditional love. 

 
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph “Revery” (Personal Colection) Copyright 2010, by
Suzie Ashby.  

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Catch Me

I slip- -you catch me
in the gentle rhythm
of your heart- -before
I fall away- -
breathless and dizzy,
ensconse me- -love.

Your voice- -touch
- -delicate, passionate soul- -
fire and wisdom
complete me in ways
life alone cannot do.

I would
lose myself in you
                             forever
- -a blessing.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Earth Mother’s Child

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.

I Opened a Box

And there he was- -fragmented
- -still
in silver webs of silence- -dreaming.

Inside- -
his fragments- -thumb a ride with life.
Daylight breaks blue and gold
across fresh snow,
never mind the cold, he’s alive.

Love’s breath lingers, a frozen mist- -
golden morning angel wings
surround his face- -tear crystals
hang momentarily
in the grand scheme of grace.

Both life and time- -indifferent- -
infringement on a broken mind, falling.
Transient soul hungers
for a heart-shaped pillow- -
a friendly smile- -coat
from a stranger’s arms warms
for a while.  Memories- -ghosts- -
family’s love to cling to.
What can we do- -God
what can we do?
Angel wings flutter- -somewhere
inside- -somewhere inside
love comes in phone calls from heaven.

I find a picture to cherish a while. 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Eyes Ingrained

Shadow Play.

Walking alone
memories spun in a silk web
hang quietly in my mind- -
love changes life
- -rearranges perception

alert- -aware
peripheral movement- -
glistening shadow play
his dark eyes- -there- -ingrained
in subconscious suspension
- -dreaming- -awake,
aware and dreaming
love flutters my gut

my heart unconditional
warms in his light
knowing I’m not alone

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.