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Last night
I saw your moon
silver,
waxing full
between the clouds,
its hug
wrapping me to sleep.
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This morning
I saw your sunrise
coral,
spreading low
through the clouds,
its breath
flushing over my cheeks.
.
Tonight
I see your sunset
violet,
easing down
below the clouds,
its rays
combing out my dreams.
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(c) 1982, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Written in 1982, taken out of mothballs and revised.)
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Seasonings 
Wonderful indeed!
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Thank you! 🙂
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some quite splendid images
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Thank you! (I tried to rewrite this into three Shadorma’s but wouldn’t work.)
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Absolutely gorgeous imagery. It’s difficult to write words that are equal to the beauty of clouds, but this poem met the challenge.
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Thank you very much, Sharon!
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Beautiful imagery, Betty, one of my favorites! 💓
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Thank you, Lauren, – so glad you liked it! 💞
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Lovely, mothballs and all 🤗
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Thanks, Bela! 😍
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more beautiful images playing in my mind as I read your words ❤ you have that special gift, lovely Betty ❤
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Thanks for the lovely comment, Kim. 💖💕
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you’re always most welcome, they’re never as good as yours to me though 🙂
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I think it’s vice versa. Your comments are always uplifting and encouraging! 😁
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You sound so peaceful, I wish I was more like you 🌹
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You wouldn’t want to be like me, Willow. That was written long ago in a peaceful moment, but like all of us there are ups and downs 🙃😌 .
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 <—– to you 😍
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Yes indeed 💜💝
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This is always good technique, to develop a sequence based upon a phrase, but to deepen each stanza as the poem goes along. Good work.
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Thank you again, Tom. When writing this 35 years ago I didn’t know it was a technique per se. (Was just having fun playing with words, mirroring them in a pattern. Glad you pointed that out. 🙂 )
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Beautiful! Evokes the times of day, and their feelings, exactly.
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Thank you, Val!
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It’s just as life is when full of wonder. Except you make it believable with your dreamers heart.
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Aww, thanks Audrey. “Dreamers heart” – I think we have that in common. 😊
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ah yes! Great imagery…beautifully captured Betty!
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Thanks very much, Rob. That’s kind of you to say. 🙂
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How I see it, Betty 👍
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Observing comes so naturally to you it’s like you are nature
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That’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received, Candice. Thank you! 🙂
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💓
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Very well written,Betty, with balance and assured development as its story gradually unfolds.
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Thank you again for going back and finding this. (It’s a 35 year old poem that had become relevant to me again.)
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I like it when that kind of thing happens.
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