Shooting Star


How brief

the sweep of fire

you hurled across my sea —


how brave the flash

that seared our night

to light the harbored diamonds

in my soul.


How high

on my horizon

you rode the wild arc —


how deep

inside my breast

you came to rest.



(c) 1994, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


A re-post from 2011, revised.


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Arlie & Wagon (2)


I dreamed

he was a little boy again,

sitting in his red wagon

waiting for a ride


but he talked

like a wise, old man

and showed me a scroll

of his life –


diagrams, notations

I couldn’t understand.


“I’m shifting manually

through the cosmos,”

he said.


I woke

with an ageless song

playing in my head.



©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright


*This was an actual dream, early this morning, about my late son, Arlie.  I jotted down his words, not fully understanding them at the time.  Later, when I told his older brother about the dream he agreed: only Arlie would say something like that.


Arlie & Jason (2)

Arlie on left, and big bro Jason.

Both photos taken in 1976.





bird summer animal blur


There is that moment,

an imperceptible pause

just before we leap.



(c) 2013, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


(Re-posted from 2013)

Photo by creativebin on Pexels.com.

Turning Out




are free flow

like liquid gelatin,



filling any form.

Why must we chill them,

make them set?



(c) 1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


Original pencil drawing from high school,  (c) 1965


(Poem written in 1982, re-posted from 2012)


This world has changed

since you and I

allowed the years

to wrinkle by


without a pause

we didn’t notice

the quiet closing

of the lotus.


Now we fail

to recognize

the crinkles ‘round

each other’s eyes


when one says no,

the other yes —

a corner turned

yet I confess


that deep inside

I’ll ne’er forget

your Romeo

to my Juliet.



©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright


Four Windows Press has announced that the latest book by Ethel Mortenson Davis is now available on Amazon. Ethel is one of my favorite poets, and I hope you’ll take a look. Here is the link: https://www.amazon.com/Under-Tail-Milky-Way-Galaxy/dp/1719303886/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1532120613&sr=8-1&keywords=under+the+tail+of+the+milky+way+ethel+davis


Four Windows Press has just published Ethel Mortenson Davis’s new book, Under the Tail of the Milky Way Galaxy.


This is Ethel’s fifth book of poetry and has all of the poems she has written since moving to Wisconsin from New Mexico.

John Looker, one of the world’s finest poets, The Human Hive, wrote from Great Britain that “Here is a harvest of finely-judged lyrical poems that express a joy in the natural world.  Carefully observed and beautifully expressed, they are not just nature poems however.  Ethel Mortenson Davis has a deep reverence for nature, coupled with a sadness at humankind’s frequent indifference.”

Standing Feather, whose book, The Glowing Pink, has recently been published by Four Windows Press, said in his review that “There is something profoundly spiritual and tragically elusive in our understanding of the vast wilderness.  In Under the Tail of the Milky Way Galaxy

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