Tag Archive: Mountain


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.

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This Awakening

This Awakening

 rooster’s crow
assaults dawn’s solitude
shattering revery
red–purple- –
deep blue hues
leak through
the window
glow beginning
slow awakening
from dreams
dragging thoughts
– -dead weight
through a field
while falling
down a mountain
– -dragging thoughts
beyond
the star dust
in your eyes
warmth
in your arms- -body,
baby hold me
before I fall again
– -hold me- -explore
these depths, love
hides in there
                 pleading
                      hungry
the motions- -radiant,
warm currents flow
move in,
toss the bags anywhere
– -move in to me
– -electric needs
knows
want’s path leads beyond
the blue hue pooling
of desire- -feed
on honey kisses
my skin tingles
in this awakening
to star dust
in your eyes

 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

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.

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.