Archive for January, 2011


This Photograph "Beltaine" is Courtesy of "pdphotos.org".

 

January’s passing
promises more cold- –
fold the dreams away
a summer wardrobe
                                  set aside
winter lingers- -and you
in continual soft sway- –
motions of love in action.

Here I stay
your private oasis
dressed in winter cloak,
my smokey love
forever whispering
proclamations of desire
                                          surrounded
by your caress
teasing my heart.

I am so much more
than an island
in the essence of you- –
continual lover
that you are- -even
I have a sea inside
frozen in January’s passing.

This Photograph is Courtesy of pdphoto.org, look for the link below.
January’s Passing, Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

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Haiku: Two Along Geneva Creek

Geneva Creek

 

the narrows stream flows
racing ranting raging rush
kisses frozen earth

The Narrows

 

mountain snow golden
Geneva shooting arrows
wing flutter stirs hearts

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.
Both Photographs, Private Collection, Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

On Lookout Mountain

After dark on Lookout Mountain,
Denver beats- –
Buffalo Bill in slumber nearby,
I know it’s cold- –
you’re not thinking of me.
City lights far below
a million candles glow- –
melding into starlit horizons,
snaking highways- -infinite gleaming.

Crescent moon shines
across water’s icy tomb,
crisp silence- –
life’s punctuation up here,
at once broken
by a distant coyote’s yipping- –
echoes.
I absorb the night in waves,
energized solitude- -alive
almost breathing.

You fit me inside- –
                                  and out,
tight- -button fly jeans tight.
This warm goosedown
I tuck into- -you,
breathing a phantom whisper
in your ear- –

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Enigmas- -the moon and you
lying here next to me
stargazing
in one another- -new ground
covered in an hour
feels like making love- -just
passing the time- -away
from those red satin sheets
trailed serpentine
across the floor- –
door standing open,
spell binding- -binding us
never minding the world
as a whole
only the time we spend
absorbing the stars

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Soaring Dreams airship over Golden Gate Bridge

Image via Wikipedia

Silences beneath
a mass of swirling gray
ensconcing the biting,
soon numb cerebral
dance- -neurons
bursting in slow motion- –
faded memories
of your warmth
manifest still-shot images
borrowed from the silences
of time apart.  Those almost
images- -almost warmth
to tuck into

Wishing beyond
these cold dreams
flowing sideways
from my lips- -syllables,
broken arrows
caught in my throat- –
I need for needs sake
to know- -to feel,
how to feel in the reeling
without your warmth
in which to awaken- -to
wake the silences without
shattering the silence
I crave- -and crave you
screaming in whispers.

“The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.”
                                                                                                              Leonardo da Vinci.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby. 

Replete

Going to bed alone
is waking up discontent.

If only I had a map- –
I would sneak in
through your eyes,
kiss your lids closed
and lie down in you
feeding you love
and cherries in champagne
from my body- –
moist and warm,
complete contentment
in you- –
and you
replete.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Winter Whispers- -Waiting

 

Under winter’s                                            
icy face
river whispers.
Her life- -still,
waiting.
           Awaiting
the sun
warm and golden,
like the fire
in your eyes
during night sing.
I wait- –
you never miss
a drum beat
getting to my heart- –
wrap my legs
around the fire
in you.  No more
waiting like the river- –
flow with me.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Photograph Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.
From Family Photos.