Friday’s Absence

Collecting thoughts- –
a jar of fireflies
warm- -dim
starlight shows me
how alone
I really am here
alone- -lost
in the absence
of Friday’s smile
winter slicing
through veins
of memories,
even shadows laugh
to see I bleed
without you
I hold my jar- –
a blanket of thoughts,
waiting.

 

 

Photograph courtesy of Wikipedia.
Copyright 2013, by Suzie Ashby.

Night Sing

Winter Whispers- -Waiting

 

Under winter’s                                            
icy face
river whispers.
Her life- -still,
waiting.
           Awaiting
the sun
warm and golden,
like the fire
in your eyes
during night sing.
I wait- –
you never miss
a drum beat
getting to my heart- –
wrap my legs
around the fire
in you.  No more
waiting like the river- –
flow with me.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

Photograph Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.
From Family Photos.

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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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.

Pocket of Love

Fierce wind
                   bitter- –
                   cold,
your eyes
not so much- –
                   thankfully.
Your arms
encircle me- –
against your body
a pocket of love.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Come Softly

Come softly- –
hand in hand
into the night
when flowers rest
their blossoming faces
– -silently,
shadows become one with the cooling air- –
as will we
with the stars watching
over us.

Come softly with me
into the dawn,
when flowers awaken
to the frosted kiss of fall- –
knowing winter is inevitable.

Come softly
to my heart
where breath is but a faint sound
– -a gentle breeze
fluffing the down of a feather- –
where day and night mean nothing- –
Where time
is only a burden from yesterday,
and all todays
are what really matter.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.