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Shimmer

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The time arrives

when the walls come alive

and we see

between the molecules,

the shimmer and the might –

and every barricade

becomes a door.

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(c) 2002, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Image from a copyright free site, in 2011.)

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After a little time off, I’m hoping to catch up with everyone soon!

My thoughts are with everyone who is affected by the U.S. government shutdown (directly or indirectly, as we all shall be soon).  I’m very saddened by the direction our country has taken the last two years.  This too shall pass – hopefully.

 

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Between Junes

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Afternoon gloom —

I know it will soon

be time to tread the snowy path home.

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A distant candle

lights the way

to my fire, my books, and my love.

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And tomorrow the sun

will rise a bit sooner

dispelling the darkness a little bit longer,

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melting away

the frostbitten edge

of this unsung penumbra of night.

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(c) 1988, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(An old, unpublished poem, taken out of mothballs.)

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Promise

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path in woods by Jason

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Sunlight hugs our path

curling around each corner

leading with promise.

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(c) 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

(Photo by my son, Jason Judd)

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Wishing everyone a Happy Solstice,

a Merry Christmas,

a wonderful celebration of the season,

and fulfilled hopes for the New Year.  💚

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New-fallen

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I still remember

your winter mourning

when you were dark-empty

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and I reached

through the ether

and wrapped my arms

around your shadow

tasting your hard tears

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and you stood taller than light

with grief,

new-fallen and noble

as the snow.

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(c) 1994, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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We chose to climb this mountain

through old brambles, over ice

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cursing barbs that scratched our ankles

damning thorns that tore our veils,

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splitting stones that skinned our reason

as the thunder rolled our tongues.

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Now we reach the sacred fire

and our hair turns scarlet

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as we catch the embers, naked

and the circle dream awakens

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to paint balm across the valley,

bleeding light into our wounds.

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(c)  1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(An old poem, revised and dedicated to H.D. Rhoads, my mentor years ago.)

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At your center

lives a piece

of the sun

waiting since always

for stillness,

for a spark of desire

to fly inward,

to focus on a Self

larger than worlds.

Dwell there awhile

and the light

will follow you home.

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(c)  1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Photo taken in 2013

Autumn Leaving

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Falling brittle down

through the fog

I crack and break.

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You take me carefully

to your hearth

once more –

we knew I’d never last

till winter.

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When the fog lifts

I crumble,

await another spring.

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(c) 1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(From 1982, never before published, so pretend it’s new. 😉 )

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