Spending Time

 

humid- -sleepless
giant moon
on cottonwood
leaves flicker- –
crickets chirrup

entwined
on mossy banks
we sip kisses
purple flowers nod- –
acquiescent

lazy river drifts
stars shift
chasing moon
time grows weary
reaching
for our hearts- –
                             too busy
                             spending time

 
Photograph Courtesy of pd.photo.org.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

 

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Cocoa Beach

   

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.

 

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Dream Vacation

 

English: A live Sand dollar, species Mellita quinquiesperforata (Leske, 1778), at low tide on the beach at Playa Grande on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica 23. February 2005 Sand dollars are flat sea urchins. When you find sand dollars on a beach, the white ones are the old empty shells or tests, having died, lost their covering of velvety spines and having been bleached white by the sun. The live ones are dark and completely covered in very small spines (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Subconscious meanderings- –
sleep’s misty embrace displayed
in fanciful velvet wrapping.
Thought burst rivulets
of emotion flashed
in dream scene electric
light play- -a pleasure
junket in the night.
My direct flight to you
bathed in silver moonlight
strolling some remote beach,
inky waves lapping
white sand over your feet- –
skipping sand dollars
across my heart.

Please don’t wake me
before sun’s fire rises
over my subconscious.

 
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

 
 

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Moonlight Stroll

 
night sky deepens
moths flutter
in moonlight
barefoot
lovers stroll
crickets serenade
warm earth
warm hearts
coyotes chant
– -silence- –
sweet ending

Photograph courtesy of pdphotos.com.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

 

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Rowboat

Image via Wikipedia

Solitude settles in- –
not settling
for leftover love.
A gardenia moon blooms
sparking across water- –
reflections bleed through
a dilute breath- –
vapors rising.
Vacant- -rowboat
sways gently- -plays soft music
against an empty shoreline,
a fine thumping
in tune with our hearts.
Cold- –
I’ve taken refuge
in your eyes,
snuggling in to you
for the dream time.

 

Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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Time We Spend

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.

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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