Eros

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Courting honeybees —

blossoms consummate the past

their future assured.

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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright

(From a scribble written in 1998 – rewritten into a Senryu.)

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Photo taken in 2011, on our deck.

 

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Changing of the Yard

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Middle of August

some flowers begin to fade.

Glad is tickled pink.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

(Photo taken a few days ago, in our front yard.)

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Quick note:  Yesterday was my 8th anniversary here on WordPress! I’m thankful to have met so many wonderful, kind, gifted writers here over the years. Many of you have become dear friends. 

Thank you to everyone for your support and encouragement, and thanks also to those of you who have bought my book “Skipping Stones” this last year!  That has meant a lot to me!  (Shameless plug:  it’s still available. 😁😁  )

With love and gratitude,

Betty  ❤❤

Sunflower

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From a seed

dropped by a crow

at the bottom of a rockery

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it rises tall

and sturdy now

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with Fibonacci spirals

and a halo of gold.

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I wonder

if passersby see

the scintillating glow –

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or just a wistful shadow

nodding across their path.

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(c) 1999, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Photo by Lukas, Pexels.com)

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Poem from 20 years ago, never published…. 

Still hoping to catch up with everyone soon!

Daughter of Gaia

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She lives in earth tones –

soft colors of

amber and sage

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brush across her arms

on terracotta mornings

and lavender afternoons.

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Bracelets of seashells

on pink ribbons

play on her wrists

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as her celadon skirt

sways like the tresses

of the willow

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and she dances

in the garden –

invisible.

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©  2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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Sorry for being way behind reading blogs. 

Hope to catch up with everyone soon! 💚

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In Return

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When we hurt,

grief wants nothing more

than to light a candle

and sit with us

in our keening.

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If we look it in the eye

we’ll see

its soft depth

as it holds us tenderly

to the flame.

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And when we’re ready

we’ll hold it in return

and watch the spiral

of warm smoke

rise to the sky.

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© 2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Photo from Pixabay

All Who Pass

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When I cross

your path again

I’ll build a cairn

for you, my friend –

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and all who pass

shall add a stone

and ne’er shall

we be alone.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Photo by Pixabay

 

As if Knowing

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Baby spider, no bigger

than a pinhead

snuggles next to the sink

for three days,

sustained by dust motes

and a sip of water

from a speck of mist

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until this morning

when she fluffs him

into a tissue

and he rides willingly

through the house

and out the back door

to the garden, and then

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as if knowing,

he drops down

into the leaves

of the orange Calendulas

which have just begun

to bloom.

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(c) 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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