“Dipping my bare brush into your garish gold eyes, I draw your dreams close. They dance divinely within, sparking silhouettes alight. (Harboured Love)” — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“I am knee deep in sea water now, feeling the energy of the tidal waves as they roll inwards towards the shore. A tide… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Father reaches out to touch my scarf. “Your mother’s scarf,” he says softly. “She loved this so very much, you know. I remember her creative streak, how she refused to use the strong dye colours that we usually use for silk design. Instead, she preferred a shade of white, which would not sell as successfully in trade. She loved this… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share
“Harnessing winter's energy, I drift, my free, wild woman's soul, alight with day's deep desires.” — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Unfurl my body, wind, lift me up into the branches of a majestic beauty that guides a people through life. I would sway with… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“One night, we workers formed a circle around the tallow candle as it burned, allowing each other to bond by holding hands. It felt… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Standing still, I watched the world heave and swirl around me in the air. The sandy earth of the beach was making itself visible… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Standing under the shelter of a cedar tree, I stared at the fire crackling as it burned through the fallen logs and twigs that… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Dipping my bare brush into your garish gold eyes, I draw your dreams close. They dance divinely within, sparking silhouettes alight. (Harboured Love)” — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“My arms are light and free and my body is outstretched, kissing the blue streaks. I can breathe freely here. It is soothing this… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Aboard a boat of leaves I float, allowing new stories to unfold. Of cresting and falling winds, streaking words across the sky. [A Writer’s… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“This hand, it is mine, yet when I pick up a pencil it has a mind of its own. It has a story to… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Leaves I twist between my fingers, closing my eyes as thoughts drift. Into the momentous winds of time, the red-orange will soon afloat. For… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
![“Aboard a boat of leaves I float, allowing new stories to unfold. Of cresting and falling winds, streaking words across the sky. [A Writer’s Company]” quote by Susan L. Marshall](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/d0e/susan-l-marshall-26831_body_aboard-a-boat-of-leaves-i-float-allowing_1284879.jpg)
![“Leaves I twist between my fingers, closing my eyes as thoughts drift. Into the momentous winds of time, the red-orange will soon afloat. For Autumn hues are unravelling through the waning summer days. ‘Tis the season of yearning passion and lyric to my heart and mind. [Ever Changing Rhythms of Life]” quote by Susan L. Marshall](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/cb2/susan-l-marshall-26831_autumn_leaves-i-twist-between-my-fingers-closin_1624289.jpg)