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Once upon an April

when the sea

was surging high

she said that nothing happened

but it did,

it did,

it did.

And when the tide withdrew

she lived ever after

remembering the rise

of happily.

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© 2014, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-posted from 2014)

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He trekked north

with the vernal sun

carving his name

across her sky

and as he touched

those new frontiers

she wondered, had anyone

conquered her so?

When spring returns

will the sun reach as high?

Or will it stop short

of her maiden arc,

and will she hear wild geese cry?

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(c) 1996,  2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post)

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In spring she waits

for tethered clouds

to fly apart

so she can ride

the northbound sun

as it barrels through the trees.

She wonders if his sky is blue,

and if the shore

where they embraced

is held together still

with sandy logs

and braids of kelp.

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But today she takes the longing path

that weaves close to the river

with its folded banks

and tangled roots.

Waddled crows

once hopped the rocks

to warn them of intruders.

She wonders if he sees it still,

the vernal sun

that laced their days,

and if their memories are safe –

and do they intertwine?

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©  2012, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(A Mayberrie poem – re-post, revised)

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Shower from the east,

magic sunshine in the west

rainbow up her sleeve.

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 © 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright 

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(A re-post.   Photo taken April 2012)

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Last year’s garden fasts beneath our feet

till winter takes its petulant retreat

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but come again, that longing ancient beat

where Gaia’s past and pregnant future meet

in winds roused from a quickening mystique.

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Some say that olden love is obsolete,

a dreamer’s sigh must ever be discreet

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but like the spring’s confident repeat

those sighs ignite a lover’s sacred heat

and lo! The cycle is once more complete.

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© 2015 Betty Hayes Albright

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Too labored? Too sing-songy? Ack!

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P.S. Hoping to catch up with everyone soon! 🙂

I know it’s been a very long, frozen, treacherous winter for some and hope that springtime arrives soon for us all.

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Once upon an April

when the sea was surging high

she said that nothing happened

but it did,

it did,

it did.

And when the tide withdrew

she lived ever after

remembering the rise

of happily.

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© 2014, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(from 1996)

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Will April ever be

just another month?

Can she find her way again

through new leaves, petals,

dandelion seeds

as they blow softly

across her path?

Will she ever again fit

through the squeezing and pressing

of time

without tripping on the hands

of the clock?

And most of all

does he still hear

the clamorous ticking

of an unwound dream?

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© 1996, 2013  Betty Hayes Albright 

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