thank you.

➖➖➖

you spend your mornings

with coffee and crosswords,

your afternoons

filled with dirt and digging,

the tilling of sandy soils

in a garden that gives back

there is such power

in the small things,

the shoots of plants that bloom

from seeds in sowed fields,

the energy of life and love

in hands that endeavor to provide

– 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

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


look how far i’ve come.

i asked you to give me space,

and you gave me the most luminous

night m a g i c

you’ve always known how i love constellations

how i search for them

when i am overwhelmed in a world

that is too much chaos and not enough calm

and we sat there watching

until they said their sweet goodbyes,

until they were swallowed up the sunlight

and i knew in that moment

that nothing was a waste,

all those tears and all that pain

because if it wasn’t for the shadows

i wouldn’t know the beauty of the stars

– ashley jane

purple skies are calling.

rose blush skies

fading into a mauve daydream

and she is on a journey between

an orchid afternoon,

and a lavender evening,

but this hush is mulberry

tangled up in aubergine,

the perfect shade to unveil

her latest spell

she is a moon gypsy

and she speaks in shades

of violet magic

– ashley jane

now, we burn bright too.

we wrote letters to the sun,

heartache and poetry

filled with confessions,

stories and reasons

for why we felt too deeply

and fell too quickly

we were dragon hearts and dandelion fuzz,

graceful power and a shimmer of softness

all beautifully broken

and bound within the stars

– ashley jane