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Brine

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So soon, again

they come this way –

long shadows

in the meadow play

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between the leaves

turned red and gold

where faeries

of the frost behold

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a disappearance

of the bees,

the fogging

in a stand of trees,

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the seasoning

of twig and vine

as Fall adds nutmeg

to the brine.

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©  2019  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Beating of deep drums,

puff of smoke on horizon

and then you were gone.

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More is said in love’s silence

than we can e’er say out loud.

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©  2012, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Reposted from 2012, revised.)

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How is it that grief

stays so fresh year after year?

It must be the salt.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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macro photography of snowflakes

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After the freeze

a silent sun

draws ice to vapor

skipping the melt

into water.

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Just the headlines

please.

I don’t watch

the news

anymore.

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©  2019  Betty Hayes Albright 

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(just a scribble….)

Photo by David Dibert on Pexels.com

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Feral

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She puts food

outside her door

for the cats

and raccoons

and the Scrub Jays –

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and for all

who leave soft

wild footprints

in the frost.

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(c) 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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We fan the embers

turning to flamingo flames

parsing the silence

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like a blue-white star –

fire so hot there is no smoke,

just the melt of time.

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Vermilion night,

soft sizzle of sparks afire –

it begins to rain.

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©  2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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Kite

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Let go of my string,

the fog is a-scatter,

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I’ll keep to the wind

flying high o’er the surf

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as it pounds out its reason

on shale and stone.

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The full moon’s aweigh

and Neptune’s at play –

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let go of my string, and

it’s up and away.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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