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(An old, unpublished poem, taken out of mothballs.)

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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

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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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Almost there.

The sun slides easily

across lawns,

slips through cracks

in fences.

Sidewalks shimmy in the heat.

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I turn left

down the street

where your house,

like a crimson dragon,

rears up

on its haunches

to see how closely

I curb my wheels

this time.

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(c) 1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Another one re-written from 1982….)

 

 

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path in woods by Jason

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Under the jungle-wood

resting on the rock

we hauled down

from Jack’s Pass,

tree limbs hover low, and

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brush my dirt-stained feet

as I stretch

into the mesh

of heathered sunlight

through the leaves.

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(c) 1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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This is a revision of a poem written in 1982.

Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd.

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Clouds

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Clouds morphing,

chasing through the sky

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storming in a buffalo,

scooting off a lamb –

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shifty creatures

drawn by the wind.

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©  1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Revised from a 1982 poem.)

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Children

are free flow

like liquid gelatin,

sparkling

splashing

filling any form.

Why must we chill them,

make them set?

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(c) 1982, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Original pencil drawing from high school,  (c) 1965

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

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