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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Dreaming Again

Silence screams
in blossoms, trees, buffalo grass
swaying- -dancing
dew drops drip
Earth bound rain
lands it painfully
within this vessel of me.
You challenge it all with a smile.
Billowy puff clouds above
float with noisy laughter
next to you in my heart.
You- –
are tranquillity stroking my hair
– -desperately seeking
anything more tangible
than a silky dream.

Earth’s serenade whispers
through my soul, stirring
the mist and you.
Blades of sunrise
pierce dawn’s graceful veil.
Nature awakens
with wings thrashing- -music,
laughter of life- -free
eager for love like flowers
to be plucked- -love.
I leave you standing
alone inside me- -waiting
in time’s hallow for a tender rebirth.

Love- –
standing alone.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Time

I reach out, a dose
of tranquillity floods over me.
I touch your face- -embrace
in another place, another age
deep in the cosmos.
Turning back a page,
only a few million years ago
where we approached
a long trail, walking
the length of it in circles
– -within each other- –
running words like horses- –
on a windswept cerulean beach.

Now- -opening my eyes
tears surprise me,
missing you this much
after only a few- -million years.
Time is so blunt- -unforgiving
when living to touch
in other seasons- –
reasons too obscure,
except for time- -and the cosmos.
For a man and a woman
we were lucky way back then.
Say- –
you’ll always be there
when I close my eyes.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.