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Bone-deep in winter
meadow trees are sleeping, but
time skates on thin ice.
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(c) 2022 Betty Hayes Albright
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Water-color by my grandmother, Lilly Bjornstad
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Posted in haiku or senryu, just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present | Tagged freeze, nature, poem, Poetry, senryu, tick tock, time, Trees, winter | 60 Comments »
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Underneath the frost it turns,
hidden in a fog it churns —
winter snaps its coiled whip
cracks the ice but holds its grip.
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It wraps the trees in shiver beads,
chews on shadows, spits out seeds
to grace the gardens flocked in sleep
waiting for that northward leap
of the wandering,
prodigal sun.
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(c) Betty Hayes Albright 2014, 2021
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(Re-posted from 2017)
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Wishing everyone a Happy Winter’s Solstice — and may your holidays be filled with love, joy and peace!
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She likes feathers –
leaves of lace,
wings in willows
kissed with grace,
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trails of moonlight,
velvet strings,
dew-lit grass
and faerie rings.
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She likes watercolors
in the trees
and lichen stirring
in the breeze
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and mossy fractals
around lagoons
and gossamer tendrils
in founts and plumes.
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She likes sea spray
on crystal clear
and Agape in
the atmosphere
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and deep behind
a filigree shawl
undulations
on the wall.
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She likes feathers,
leaves of grace,
time on the wing,
a kiss on the face
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and ribbons dangling
from the mirror
and sweet suggestions
in her ear.
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© 2021 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present | Tagged Agape, feathers, Grace, Love, nature, passion, poem, Poetry, spirituality | 45 Comments »
Congratulations to Lauren Scott on the publication of her beautiful new book!
I am very excited to announce the release of my new book, More than Coffee: Memories in Verse and Prose.”
BOOK BLURB:
From the early woes of childhood and teen years, this collection of stories and poems paints a picture of young dreams and fears. But as adulthood sets in, these dreams and fears change. More than Coffee touches on love and loss, nature and endurance, marriage and parenting. In these memories, humor diffuses fear and taking risks proves to be a powerful method in boosting self-confidence. Through it all, whether in the wilderness near a sparkling lake or in the comfort of home, there’s nothing like a good cup of coffee. A poignant and reflective collection of verse and prose that is best enjoyed sipping your favorite coffee roast.
If you would like to purchase the paperback or ebook, below are the links:
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The tree turns into bone
while its leaves
turn into feathers
in the alabaster light
just before the sun goes down.
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Ninety feet up
a young eagle leaps
around his nest
of sticks and straw
flapping his wings
like wide miracles
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until the sun finally sets
and they fold again
hugging his wild sides –
every bone and feather
neatly back in place.
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© 2021 Betty Hayes Albright
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Inspired by watching the Redding, California eagle cam. I highly recommend! The three eaglets will fledge in 2-3 weeks.
Sorry for my absence here… hoping to eventually catch up with everyone.
Also hope you’re all well — I’ve missed you all. ❤
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, Uncategorized | Tagged eagles, eaglets, nature, poem, Poetry, wildlife | 41 Comments »
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Like those nesting dolls
in graduated sizes
my sons became
encased each year
inside of bigger boys.
Now grown and sealed
inside tall men
they’re unaware
I still see through
a mother’s eyes
to all those younger little boys
still playing deep inside.
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(c) 1992, 2021 Betty Hayes Albright
(A re-post; also previously published in Skipping Stones)
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This week my first born son turns 50….!
(Hard to grasp, as I still haven’t accepted that I’m over 50! 😊 )
And I still often see that little boy still playing deep inside him.
Posted in Poetry 1990's | Tagged aging, Children, Love, nesting dolls, parenting, perspective, poem, Poetry, sons | 43 Comments »
We miss you, Ben Naga.
THE COLLECTOR
When you talk
The air becomes filled with butterflies
And while you talk
…………………….Surreptitiously
I catch them in my hands
And put them gently in my pocket
And when I leave you
I go home
Take them gently from my pocket
And arrange them
…………………….Like this
On a piece of paper
So that when you find out what I am doing
And no longer let them loose when I am there
I can come home
…………………….And remember …
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Thank you, Charles, for putting my thoughts into words. It has been an unbelievable day.
I was going to do a post on writing today, but with what is happening in Washington, D.C., I have to speak about this insanity.
I will start by saying that I support peaceful protest of all kinds, because it is guaranteed in our Constitution, but I never support protest that is violent, including from those with whom I agree politically. Violent protest is never acceptable. Please do not reply by comparing today’s actions to other protests; as I stated, I disagree with all violent protests. Besides that would be like a child saying “Well, he did it, so I am too.” The logic is ridiculous.
What is happening today, though, is far worse than violent protest. By breaching the Capitol and disrupting the Constitutional work of the government, these people, who were incited by President Trump have committed many federal crimes and are committing insurrection. They are attempting to…
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I am the water
you draw from your well –
steep me
into your tea.
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I am the slice of hot toast
on your plate –
let me melt
your fresh apple butter.
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I am the evergreen
on your morning walk –
breathe me
into your shadow.
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I am the eyes
meeting yours in the marketplace –
see the pangs
of my hunger.
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I am the line
down the middle of your road –
follow me
through the desert.
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I am the match
that lights your winter fire –
catch my sparks
in a jar.
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I am the shooting star
in your fevered night –
wish for me
one more time.
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(c) 1995, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post, revised….)
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Posted in Deep Water, meditation, Poetry 1990's | Tagged fire, Love, meditation, passion, poem, Poetry, spirituality, winter | 20 Comments »
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O magic tilt of earth,
we sing and dance
in this new wash
of winter.
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Icy prisms
play the stars
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while we gather
reds and greens
to weave ourselves
a holy wreath
.
as one tall candle
lights
the untouched snow.
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(c) 1992, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post from 2011 — revised…)
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Wishing everyone a holiday season
filled with love, joy, peace and good health.
Merry Christmas!!
Posted in Poetry 1990's | Tagged candle, Christmas, holidays, light, poem, Poetry, snow, spirituality, sun, Winter Solstice | 27 Comments »
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