Haiku For Love

hot sun laughs on water
jeweled sparks dance in your eyes
eagle soars above

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Yours

Chilled,
I am
a peach
against
warm flesh.

Yours- –
tangled
around me- –
a grapevine
of passion
clinging only
to my heart.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Thunder is Lonelier

 

It is not the rain
of summers past
that wash away long nights
but the memories

The dreams condensed
inside each crystal drop
and the realization- –
the thunder is even lonelier

that floods the soul
with waves of comfort
and shortens the night
with a song- -softly.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Night

Shards of sundown
splinter the tree line
with purple-blue twilight.
Trees- -black in the distance
arc against the shadows,
like an old man
bent against the wind.

Night- -inevitable
settles in around me,
a silent lover.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Daughter of The Mountain

She is held by the wind
and the smile from a brown eyed doe
in the arms of her father- –
                                               the mountain.

His arms of pine needle,
Spanish moss fingers
and granite grip
have embraced her through time- –
through uplift and erosion,
erthquakes, blizzards and floods.
The sixties were good years for those.

Together they have watched
storms,
the sunsets and rises
that molded the Front Range.
They know what moves mountains,
but so far
have not seen one who can.

She is- -just a mountain,
a likeness of her father,
a mass of Earth,
a watcher and a wilderness,
immovable- –
yet constantly moving.
She is a child of the Earth,
her father’s child- –
daughter of the mountain.

Dad, I love you.  I’ve missed you for nearly
thirty years now.  Happy Father’s Day.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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.

Shadows of Flight

Shadows move
across the clouds
in circles,
patterns of them
bending
like saplings
in the wind,
wings of them
arc toward the sun.
– -Soaring,
a heaven
unknown to man.

Except of coarse,
those of us
                    who
move among the clouds,
free falling
                   – -but not.
We spread our wings
toward the wind
and
by some splintered fragment
of Spirit given knowledge
implanted seed-like
in our souls- –
experience the hawk,
raven, eagle, falcon
and their song of flight
burning deep within.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.