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Pecking poppy seeds
chickadee does not see me.
Old cat sees us both.
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(c) 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Photo by Skylar Ewing / Pexels.com
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Posts Tagged ‘autumn’
Witness
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, cat, chickadee, nature, observation, poem, Poetry, sunshine, witness on October 8, 2020| 41 Comments »
Brine
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, brine, change, fall, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, time on November 10, 2019| 38 Comments »
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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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Whistling in the Shade
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, change, colors, fall, late august, poem, Poetry, seasons on August 24, 2019| 45 Comments »
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A little less red
in the flower bed,
a little more gold on the tree –
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the mantis is praying,
the skyline is fraying
and Sol slips another degree.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Just a little scribble…)
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Photo from Pixabay
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Autumn Leaving
Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged autumn, fall, leaves, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, winter on December 1, 2018| 23 Comments »
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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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Virgo
Posted in Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, dragonflies, fall, Gaia, moon, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, seeds, september, sun, Trees, Virgo on September 7, 2018| 33 Comments »
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Sunlight shrinks away
behind the thin of poplar trees,
spiders throw red shadows
in the paths of tired bees,
spells of a waxing moon are cast
and dragonflies change speed
with just a touch of madness
as summer goes to seed.
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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post from 2011 – revised)
.Photo by Ithalu Dominguez on Pexels.com
A Toast
Posted in Poetry 1990's, Uncategorized, tagged autumn, change, fall, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, sky, storm, toast, weather, wind on November 8, 2017| 46 Comments »
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It changes fast
that marbled sky
from sheets of paste
to curds of gray
and thin blue belts
with heads of steel
connected
by chain lightning.
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Clouds turn glassy
shadows break
we hasten through
the cracking storm
but pause to lift
our empty cups
to catch the rain
and raise a toast
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to the wild wind’s
un-leafing
of the fall.
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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post, revised)
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Rush Hour
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged autumn, fall, leaves, nature, poem, Poetry, rush hour, storm, travel, wind on October 25, 2017| 26 Comments »
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From dark, wet lawns
fallen leaves flee
to the gutters,
the streets
spinning cinnamon orange
until giddy, they tumble
in sun-dried whorls
to catch the next storm
out of town.
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(c) 1999, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Daylight Saved
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, Deep Water, embers, fall, fire, leaves, life, nature, poem, Poetry, spirituality, sun, Trees on October 19, 2017| 40 Comments »
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She thought it was
the autumn sun
shining on the dogwood tree
but no
the leaves themselves
were flushed
defying the gray
with red-gold embers
self-lit in the gloom.
It was the spark
within the dead,
the nuances of yesterday,
the fire of life
banked against all odds.
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(c) 2010, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post, revised)
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Autumn (for Dad – 1915-1997)
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged autumn, Dad, death, Deception Pass, father, life, Love, memories, poem, Poetry, tribute on October 6, 2017| 69 Comments »
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It was a long, silent fall
into the days
where “Dad” was spoken
in past tense.
He was tall
like autumn shadows
and he made us laugh
like the dancing, crackled leaves
around our feet.
And he would fast remind us
that trees return
to green
in this orbit’s gentle whirling
when spring gives back again.
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(C) 1997, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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1955 – Deception Pass, Whidbey Island, Washington State
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(A tribute to my dad, who passed away twenty years ago this month.
My apologies to those who have read it previously.)
Fall Indeed!
Posted in Gramma Krackers, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, chickadees, fall, Gardening, Gramma Krackers, humor, poem, Poetry on October 3, 2017| 53 Comments »
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Gramma Krackers
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I love when flowers
go to seed
and chickadees
come to feed
and there’s no need
to deadhead,
nor to weed.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post… a Gramma Krackers poem)
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