A Winter Storm

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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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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Simple Things

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.

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Sweetly Dreaming

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
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I’m Yours

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.

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Gentle Drifting

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.

I Opened a Box

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.