Archive for September, 2012



Snaking slowly,
heavy mountain mist
hangs- -clings,
constricts the forest.
Cold air moist and thin
steals my breath- –
climbing life my struggle,
ascending in silence- –
ascension my intension 
beyond the inevitable
changes coming
with darkness- -burning
with light, brightly bleeding
energy for seeding stars
feeding a work of art- -love,
heart and soul,
in heavy silence 
and thick mountain fog.
Changing landscapes
clawing- -clinging
heart scapes and footsteps
toward inward ascension
outward- -upward
                               silence
and me, moving
in conjunction
with the stars.
Let go of the fog- –
it lets go of you.

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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Water falls
blue- –
your
eyes
spill
splash
my careening heart
still needs you
wild
love- –
washing
through
my soul- –
wish you were here
in this falling
all over me again.

Photograph Courtesy of pdphotos.org

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

 

Eyes closed,
I walk my fingers
over faces I hold
dear and familiar,
absorbing distinct features- –
textures,
a meditation on life,
                                       love.

Smooth autumn leaf faces
awaiting wind’s whispered magic,
to be feathers- –
aloft and dancing.
A cool granite face,
spiked and dimpled- –
dappled lichen scales curl
across the surface.
Times imprints- –
bedtime stories
of musty earth.
Wrinkled pine bark,
a rough face- -weathered
cloaked in whiskered wisps
of tangled moss
tells of north wind’s
brutal snow- –
life in stages- -staged by nature.

Familiar faces,
life’s changes- –
the future of pasts
always present- -ghosts- –
reality and memory,
imagery- -sentience,
eternal love being light.
I read textures in longhand,
the way I write love notes
to lovers I’ll never know- –
knowing those I’ve loved,
I will always love.
Their features immortalized
in natures textures.
Eyes closed,
sentient- –
I walk among the faces
I hold dear and familiar.

                        
copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.


Gracefully,
summer’s
magnificent
evolution
explodes.

Open- -ready,
I reach
for your light.

My sweetest man,
dress me
in crystal kisses.
We are summer
in every season.

Love- –
such a sweet
blossoming
within.

 

 

For D.W.
Photograph Courtesy of pdphotos.org.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.