English: Limestone Boulder. Summit of Warton Crag. Pockets in the rock provide a home for herbs. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Continuous rain a blessing- –
no words from heaven
to moisten dry spaces
where my love and herbs
wont grow.
A word barrel full of rain
never has much to say.
English: Afternoon stroll (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I need
to stroll through
the peaceful
mountain
valley
of you- –
gather up
a few smiles- –
flowers of thought- –
energy electric- –
I want to
linger
in your light- –
bright heart- –
dance
in the shower
of rushing
falling love
spilling
blue-gold droplets
of serenity
over me- –
I could sleep
there
in your magic.
Man,
you lure me
into
the mystery
of you.
Come- –
stroll with me- –
in all directions
love grows- –
without condition.
Copytight 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
Cocoa Beach Sunset (Photo credit: JessicaGarbe)
Warm salty breeze,
heavy- -moist,
buffets my body- –
a divine sweet wine
I take in sipped breaths
and savor.
Silver moon sparks
across rolling waves- –
suddenly spent lovers
crashing- -lying down
in a rushing hush,
energy aglow.
Silence
broken only by
tidal love’s urgent surge
bursting my heart
giving and taking,
pushing- -pulling,
its steady breathing my
constant companion tonight.
Alone on a balcony
I take in Cocoa Beach,
make it a part of me- –
future trinket
for my memory box.
With gossamer wings
I would fly slowly
over the glittered
charcoal horizon- –
listening to wind
rushing in the night,
become bright moon
sparks bursting, or
swoop low
over cooling sand
strewn with glassy shells
seeking a 3:00 a.m
lonely hearted love.
Although,
I am content
absorbing solitude
simply to be- –
me.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
honeyed- –
golden morning
dancing rainbows
tiny clowns laugh
radiant- –
warm, bright
little blessings
– -hummingbird love- –
joyous love
my heart
glows
Photograph Courtesy of pdphotos.org.
Poem Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
I thought this would be appropriate for memorial day. Dad and mom, and two of my older sisters. What a great family we have been. We did not have much, but we had love. That was more than enough, and truly all that mattered. The nature of love is by design, an undying mystery. I have to say, love never stops when they pass. It is just as strong as the day I was born. That magnificent energy just spreads out, encompassing everyone and everything. I am so thankful for that.
I am also infinitely thankful to all soldiers, who have, and are laying their lives on the line for our country. Their courage and love is so powerful, it will linger with us for ever.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
cool mountain rain
sweet grass and pine scented
puddles mirror the sky- –
dancing in your eyes
resplendent
sun lingers
in all the right places
breeze stirred surfaces
reminiscent of love
love
you’ve always had me
this way
a dancing rain
comfortable- -soft droplets
against your skin
glistening
ready to linger
in all the right places
Photograph courtesy of pdphotos.org.
Poem Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
English: Snow covered spring flowers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Spring- –
winter
unfurls
its feathered wings.
Cold white linen
spreads
over yarrow,
again it hides
for a time.
Oh, how the seasons
push and shove my moods
I yearn for tomorrow’s
return of spring- –
and your sunny smile
warming me
in shades of love
I haven’t dreamed
of yet. Birds trilling
the way Cyndi sings
“Time After Time”
– -all emotion
the birdsong
warming me
afterall- -sun
will shine
in your eyes.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.
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