Stroll With Me

English: Afternoon stroll (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I need
to stroll through
the peaceful
mountain
valley
of you- –
gather up
a few smiles- –
flowers of thought- –
energy electric- –
I want to
linger
in your light- –
bright heart- –
dance
in the shower
of rushing
falling love
spilling
blue-gold droplets
of serenity
over me- –
I could sleep
there
in your magic.

Man,
you lure me
into
the mystery
of you.

Come- –
stroll with me- –
in all directions
love grows- –
without condition.

 
Copytight 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

 

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Emergence

Electric Blue Phalaenopsis Orchid (Photo credit: cobalt123)

Cool emergence- –
intense dense gray
drapery brushes
against an earthy canvas,
blocking sun’s
impatient burning- –
no blue to cue
an artist’s dreams.
Earth settles
in thick folds
for a stirring
caress- -rain’s
silver hue pooling
in parched hollows.
This spring awakening
I’ve emerged entranced- –
stark contrasts lure me.
I unfurl my
blue orchid petals- –
inspiration for you.
I am open- -eager
to stir spring’s colors
deep within you,
sharing the pattering
rain- -a trickling
infusion
of wild orchid
in full bloom.

 

Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

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Petals

Image via Wikipedia

A bad day
lasted
a thousand years.
In the dying
of a flower I cried
for the petals- –
dust.- -Just like the one
single breath you pocketed
in the failing light.
Now you know
even shadows bleed
over dying flowers.
Ghosts stir endlessly
waiting for spring
– -its re-birthing, an
unconditional thing.
What’s one breath,
but air.  Shadows
move even in failing
light- -a ballet, night
drifts on silent wings
while embers spark
the sky.  I remain- –
all petals on stone
letting go
                 a sigh.

 
Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

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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Periphery

Sideways looking- –
something strikes
my peripheral view.
In between the betwixt
– -twisted revery
my mind strolls through- –
just there
in the periphery it’s you,
striking brush strokes
across my mind- -making
a mark only infinite wisdom
leaves behind in distant galaxies
and unconditional love. 

 
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph “Revery” (Personal Colection) Copyright 2010, by
Suzie Ashby.  

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Catch Me

I slip- -you catch me
in the gentle rhythm
of your heart- -before
I fall away- –
breathless and dizzy,
ensconse me- -love.

Your voice- -touch
– -delicate, passionate soul- –
fire and wisdom
complete me in ways
life alone cannot do.

I would
lose myself in you
                             forever
– -a blessing.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Earth Mother’s Child

Mom and a Sis, and Mom.

She was a tear- -a stone,
the sun and moon traversed the sky
to brighten her dreams.
Her dreams glittered star dust.
She had it all- -gave it all
right from the start
– -love in her heart.
She was inspiration,
singer of songs- -weaver
of pallets for sleeping
– -maker of clothing and dolls,
a keeper of the old ways- –
keeper of names and truth,
burning sage- -cleansing soul.
She was a daughter of Earth- –
granddaughter of the moon- –
a sister, wife, mother, grandmother.
Her dreams glittered star dust.
She was a giver- -bringer- –
passer of light- –
flame on a candle
in the darkness burning- –
bright smiles, warmth, compassion.
She was a voice of prayer- –
balance and measure
of night and day.
She knew about loss- -hardship
and how to survive
on love.
She had it all- -gave it all
right from the start
– -love in her heart.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph, Collage of Personal Family Photos, Copyright 2010,
by Suzie Ashby.