she is summer.

summer always reminds me of her,

the feel of line dried clean sheets,

the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam

being made in the kitchen

along with fresh bread

and fig cake with pomegranate

i wait by the window for the june rains,

the heat ushering in wistful memories

of the woman who held the solstice in her soul

– ashley jane

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

Seasons

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I rage like Summer, channeling the beast within,
this heat of mine fires scorching words
I need you hear my pain and feel my hurt
I want you watch when these bridges burn

I am a winter soul who soaks up the cold,
standing alone and waiting on the coming freeze
I am inside, looking out at the abandoned trees
that closely the resemble the forest inside of me

I rise like Spring, eager for change,
my over-thinking mind so quick to race,
beauty blooming in moments of clarity
when strengths are used for charity

I am an Autumn heart and you say it feels like home
despite the chill that rests within my bones
I am a whisper that lingers in the falling leaves
sweet nothings floating in your company

Breath of Words © 11/7/17