.
Night turns to ice
as Comet
spreads his tail
like a bird.
She covers tiny trees
against the frost
and watches
as the fan of light
outshine the stars.
Once in a lifetime
or a thousand years,
it doesn’t matter –
she’ll know him when
he comes again.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Seasonings 
Gorgeous, Betty.
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Thank you!
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You do these so well, very compact language bulging with feeling.
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Thank you Caddo – and I think you do the same with your poetry.
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I love this Betty. You seem to be able to simply pour words from your soul, just like Caddo can too. Im still finding it so hard to get down onto paper how Im thinking and feeling, so much so that it sometimes feels like a nagging chore that just has to be done. And yet I want to do it!! Maybe im just weird! 😄
Love and hugs xx
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Thanks, Christine. I think you do very well at writing down your feelings in poetry – at least I always resonate with them. Not weird about feeling it a chore, by the way – writers are known to feel that way, finding excuses to put off the actual writing. And yet we’re compelled to do it. So we do! 🙂 And when you do, your writing is excellent!
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Oh, this is gorgeous Betty! Such profundity in so few words. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Angela – great to hear from you!
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A perfect poem for my Sunday morning…thanks!
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Thank YOU, Charlie! 🙂
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Wonderful opening line….
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Thank you, Melody – glad you like it!
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Are you referring to comet Hyakutake? My father hitched a ride on it that year.
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No particular comet – just a metaphor. Although it does seem there was one in the news that year which inspired the poem. Tell me more about your father?
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I felt like I was watching with you!
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Maybe you were! 🙂 Glad it was that visual to you, Willow.
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A tale in the tail, I fancy
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Perceptive as always, Ben. 🙂
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Imagistic, but really complex. I have been reading and re-reading this and have decided to just enjoy the visual language. I thought it might be about the coming and the second coming of Christ, the comet being the star that led the wisemen. But the ending of the comet’s tail led to winter, the poet covering trees to protect against frost? I guess the ending of the Christ story is a kind of winter story given the crucifixion, but I am not sure. You can write poetry, Betty. You really can.
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Thomas, it’s so good to hear from you! I hope your new year is going well.
Thanks very much for your comment – I’m glad you liked the poem. It isn’t about Christ, but is rather about a person who came into my life and left his lasting impression in my memory and heart.
All my best to you and Ethel – I’ve missed you! Will try to get caught up with blog reading soon.
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