Tag Archive: Snow


Silence- -Singing.

Standing
silent- -contemplative,
I watch silver stars
                                fall
from the sky, composing
purple and blue
tremolo waves
on trees- -pine, fir,
brittle boned aspen
against her breast.
How I love Earth
dressed like this- -serenity
sequins in color- -singing.
Though darkening,
silver light wraps her
illuminating a twilight sleep.
Her dreams
cradle me gently
in deep blue tranquillity.
For a violet while
I almost found myself
again- -there
in the sanctuary
of a perfect winter storm.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.  Photograph
Copyright 2010, Family Photographs, Suzie Ashby.

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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.

Ever so gradually
full light returns
in flaming arrows- –
my heart excited,
begins to blossom
early for spring’s
glorious awakening.

Glitter- -golden
reds and blues- -blues,
sparks ignite
the simple things.
Snow settles
the awakening,
a letting down- –
                 falling down
freezing my early petals.
Sorrow
for the simple things
waiting- -anticipating
brighter days.  Perhaps
tomorrow will stay
a gentle while.  My heart
finds comfort in a fire,
hot chocolate and love.

Still waiting- –
stillness
in the simple things.
 
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Sleep- -a delicate flower
wins the night- -morning’s
light peers violet-blue,
skyline bursting.
Cold- -reality stings the senses.

My Bike.

Breaking the rising and falling
of your chest, your moving
stirs me- -a cold place
where you were.  Bitter
wind’s rush unsettles
branches scraping- -clawing.
Purring cat curls in,
your pillow warms again
assuring sleep once more.
Snow’s drifting waves
send me spinning- –
inward dreaming.

Columbine.

Mountain flowers caress
Earth in fancy dress- -sighs.
Sleep- -blessed sleep,
I’m falling into the
warm pool of you
– -arms wide and waiting.
Harmony- –
                 birdsong calling.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photographs Family Photos.  Copyright 2010, by
Suzie Ashby. 

Gray- -blustery weather
– -infringement on my flesh.

Warm in your eyes,
yes- -your eyes turn me
inside out- -aching for more
than a smile gives in a coffee shop.
I’m yours anywhere- -licking
whipped cream
from a five o’clock mustache- –
snacking lips play games. 
Touch me- -tangle up my heart,
warm desire- -quickly
tuck me into you- -need
needs taming.

My hand in yours- –
one snow crystal in a blizzard.
I’m all yours- –
melt me.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Spring Blizzard 2003, 8' 3" of Snow Before It Ended.

 

Drifting
the way snow does
over Earth’s bones, trees
– -vast ocean
crystalline emotion.
Cornices curl
with the wind-blown night- –
stormy seas of unflawed white.
Love is like this drifting.
Wafting feathers- –
my love drifts
crystalline emotion
over you- -against you,
into the vast expanse
of your star bright heart- –
drifting- -drifting back,
returning love to me.

It’s all a gentle drifting- –
love and winter.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph, Personal Photo, Copyright 2010,
by Suzie Ashby.

And there he was- -fragmented
– -still
in silver webs of silence- -dreaming.

Inside- –
his fragments- -thumb a ride with life.
Daylight breaks blue and gold
across fresh snow,
never mind the cold, he’s alive.

Love’s breath lingers, a frozen mist- –
golden morning angel wings
surround his face- -tear crystals
hang momentarily
in the grand scheme of grace.

Both life and time- -indifferent- –
infringement on a broken mind, falling.
Transient soul hungers
for a heart-shaped pillow- –
a friendly smile- -coat
from a stranger’s arms warms
for a while.  Memories- -ghosts- –
family’s love to cling to.
What can we do- -God
what can we do?
Angel wings flutter- -somewhere
inside- -somewhere inside
love comes in phone calls from heaven.

I find a picture to cherish a while. 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.