Warming Loneliness

Warming Loneliness.

 

Seeking treasure
you search my neck
stealing heartbeats- -breath.
Warming the chill
of loneliness
will change you forever.
A man’s heart
can only take so much- -love.
So I’ve heard.
Explorations take time- –
trekking a wilderness.
Carefull- –
don’t lose yourself too deeply
while relishing the moments
between need and warmth.
Darkness and light never last long.
Don’t lose yourself.- –
I’ll want to find you
when it’s my turn.

 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby. 

Summer in You

 

Wild Flowers in Sister's Grove.

 

Hay scent
wild flowers
freshly mown grass
rose blossoms- –
                            and rain
summer perfumes wind
– -dances with sunlight
glinting golden your skin
your eyes, taking in the world- –
the wilderness

I love Rocky Mountain summers
especially here in your arms
where summer grows forever- –
I’ll always find it
playing in your eyes
even when heavy rain
comes flooding the blossoms

 

 

 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Photograph Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Daughter of The Mountain

She is held by the wind
and the smile from a brown eyed doe
in the arms of her father- –
                                               the mountain.

His arms of pine needle,
Spanish moss fingers
and granite grip
have embraced her through time- –
through uplift and erosion,
erthquakes, blizzards and floods.
The sixties were good years for those.

Together they have watched
storms,
the sunsets and rises
that molded the Front Range.
They know what moves mountains,
but so far
have not seen one who can.

She is- -just a mountain,
a likeness of her father,
a mass of Earth,
a watcher and a wilderness,
immovable- –
yet constantly moving.
She is a child of the Earth,
her father’s child- –
daughter of the mountain.

Dad, I love you.  I’ve missed you for nearly
thirty years now.  Happy Father’s Day.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.