we’ll soon be swallowed up by the heat.

winter rolls off my shoulders,
replaced by a balmy spring
and the sticky press of uncertainty
we drift through a haze of days
where seasons waver,
as do hearts,
both unable to shake the feeling
of unease
this hot air clings,
making love to skin that still aches
for a breeze

– ashley jane

will you jump in?

her eyes are home to silent seas,
a touch of azurite and aquamarine,
a cool gaze filled with depths you can’t fathom
but that soul of hers
is all moonlight and sakura blossoms,
the moment when winter meets spring,
feathers of snow and brushstroke blooms
painting her heart in hopeful hues
she is an garden of beauty on the ocean floor
daring you to explore

– ashley jane

dip-dyed prose for darkened skies.

messages
transported by a knot of sparrows
across the spectrum of colors
we ride on the backs of a birdsong
and melt into the fire of tomorrow,
souls ablaze in the flashpoint 
of the words we were too afraid to share
we’re crossing lines and time zones 
as they swim in the northern lights,
staining our pages with wet ink,
infusing chapter and verse
with a myriad of hues,
painting rainbows with poetry

– ashley jane

things i can’t throw away.

letters,
folded up in intricate patterns,
once passed between outstretched hands,
an old mixed tape
filled with 90s hits,
photos,
partially burned
but saved at the last minute,
a lucky rabbit’s foot
that, looking back,
really wasn’t all that lucky
memories
tucked in a shoebox
in the back of the closet

– ashley jane

we’ll all revel in the blaze

i watched her rise
from the ashes you left her in
dressed in golden stars,
adornments plucked from the heavens
she wears them like war paint,
a firewalker fueled by the power
of a thousand suns,
a heat aching to ignite
i call her phoenix
and one day,
she’ll burn your world down 

– ashley jane

there is power in embracing the change.

the night howls and the daylight fades,
nature sweeps us up in a million shades
and i am hypnotized by falling leaves,
captivated by their color —
green-yellow-caramel 
fueillemort
we were taught this is evidence of death,
but i find life in their evolution,
i see beauty in their cycle
of change and rebirth
– ashley jane