Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged awareness, beauty, Gaia, mindfulness, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, Sunflower on August 11, 2019| 39 Comments »
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From a seed
dropped by a crow
at the bottom of a rockery
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it rises tall
and sturdy now
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with Fibonacci spirals
and a halo of gold.
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I wonder
if passersby see
the scintillating glow –
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or just a wistful shadow
nodding across their path.
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(c) 1999, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photo by Lukas, Pexels.com)
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Poem from 20 years ago, never published….
Still hoping to catch up with everyone soon!
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged August, beauty, bees, flowers, Gaia, nature, overwhelm, poem, Poetry, summer on August 29, 2018| 56 Comments »
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It’s almost too much –
the bee in the center of the rose,
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the hummer mating
with the hot pink flute of August,
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puffs of clover in the honey
tied up in a bow
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with golden mari
and the lion’s yellow dandi.
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Oh glorious!
I must sometimes turn away –
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no wonder that the fly
needs a thousand eyes.
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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Photo taken in 2014, Edmonds, Washington
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged beauty, blackberries, flower, Haiku or Senryu, nature, poem, Poetry, thorns on July 10, 2018| 30 Comments »
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Blackberry blossom
charming as a camellia
never mind the thorns.
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(c) 2015, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post – photo taken May 2015)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged beauty, bees, birds, drgonflies, flowers, Gaia, listening, nature, poem, Poetry, Trees on August 30, 2017| 33 Comments »
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She talks to trees
and birds,
to flowers, bees
and dragonflies.
They like to hear
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how beautiful they are
and then they whisper
their own story
and she listens
care fully.
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(c) 2013, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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.(revision of an older poem)
.Photo taken in 2010 with my old camera
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged beauty, Dandelions, flowers, Gaia, gardens, nature, perspective, poem, Poetry, weeds on April 27, 2017| 5 Comments »
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I’m a stranger to this land.
Pray, what are these graceful creatures
with plush yellow blossoms
waving lightly
in the early afternoon?
Such a lovely garden you have.
But why are you cutting them down?
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“They’re dandelions!”
you say with disgust.
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Puzzling,
I bid you farewell
and walk away
tripping on a tin can
in the street.
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(c) 1991, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged beauty, magic, nature, poem, Poetry, snow, winter on February 5, 2017| 7 Comments »
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And there was such a midnight
when the air took on a glow
and the sky began to loosen
and the dark was lit by snow
and the woods were sooner filled
with a whispering gypsy light
that danced across my footprints,
then swaddled them in white.
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(c) 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged beauty, butterfly, haiku, nature, now, poem, Poetry on May 21, 2015| 15 Comments »
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(C) 2012 B. Albright
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Now is all we have.
Save it in a photograph
or engage the gods?
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(c) 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, beauty, Essence, haiku, perspective, poem, Poetry, Trees, winter on November 28, 2014| 9 Comments »
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Without all their leaves
did the trees lose their beauty
or was it revealed?
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(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(photo from morguefile.com)
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Hoping to catch up with everyone soon!
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, Poetry for children, tagged beauty, butterfly, children's poem, Monarch Butterfly, nature, perspective, poem, Poetry, spirituality on September 23, 2014| 13 Comments »
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Photo: “Monarch In May” by Kenneth Dwain Harrelson
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(a children’s poem)
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Butterfly lands upon a mirror,
sees himself from front to rear,
hairy body, skinny legs,
“It seems I’m made of pegs and bags –
we butterflies are ugly things!”
Alas, he cannot see his wings,
how elegant he is from here
where we see him above the mirror –
so with his beauty still unknown
the monarch flies back to his throne.
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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1980's, Poetry 1990's, tagged beauty, Dandelions, nature, perspective, poem, Poetry, weeding on August 6, 2014| 21 Comments »
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(One more dandelion re-post, this one from 1982)
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And so we curse
this edible vision,
this crayon yellow
turned silver-spun filament!
Oh, grand survivor
of mower and spade,
of poison and time,
perhaps it’s our viewpoint
that needs weeding out.
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(c) 1982, 1994, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
(Photo taken a few years back)
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