Reasons

I’ve only had two
this morning- –
reasons for crying
come easy
before dawn,
dreaming
– -happy times
long since gone.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

To all my new friends, a quick note.

I want to say how sorry I am that I have been unable to get on line and read you fabulous work. Hopefully the monsoons will stay away longer tomorrow. I’ve been having to unplug the DSL modem due to lightening. It gets very bad up here in the mountains. My best friend, my Timberwolf/Akita passed away unexpectedly over the weekend. I will be back with plenty to write about, perhaps tomorrow. Light and Many Blessings, Suzie.

A Gray Horse Storm

Wet gray horse comes
driving down the rain,
cool- -cleansing.
Thick mist swirls- -curls
through the woods
in its wake.
The unsettling
of seasons drifting
shakes my soul- –
somehow
it comforts me though.
Odd- -a storm soothing me
with its hoof beats pounding- –
resounding a drum roll
and mantra
so utterly free flowing.
Vibrations of sound
a profound statement
tattooed to my heart.- –
symbols crashing,
lightning flashing,
rain drops splashing
against the panes.
Waves- -carried by wind
in a gray horses mane.
I hesitate- -breathing
may change the horses gate.
I long to lasso it,
ride it bareback- –
break-neck wild and mean,
I mean I would love
to ride the wind
in a wet gray horse storm.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.