Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged bees, freedom, July, justice, Love, nature, passion, poem, Poetry, summer on July 22, 2020| 24 Comments »
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Come meet me
in the secret garden
living green
and dancing yellow,
join the bees
and beg their pardon
where the hive
grows sweet and mellow.
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Free of fear
and saved from doom
let us dance
in yonder meadow
where the wild ones
stand and bloom –
spare the truth
and spoil the credo.
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Oh my love,
let’s long abide –
dance the tango
free from care.
Meet me
on the other side –
unloose your heartstrings,
take the dare.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged attention, bees, busy-ness, humor, just a scribble, poem, Poetry, robins, spring on February 22, 2020| 39 Comments »
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She tells him with glee
that the robins have arrived
right on time
and the first honeybees
are busy in the heather.
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He pretends to listen
but she knows he doesn’t hear –
he’s busy paying bills
also right on time
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so as usual
she just notes the new arrivals
on her calendar
and mentions them
in the rough draft
of a poem.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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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 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
.
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 2010 - present, tagged August, bees, butterflies, denial, flowers, geese, nature, poem, Poetry, summer on August 18, 2016| 12 Comments »
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She pretends the sun will stay
and those foreboding shadows
will not grow.
The geese in V-formation
that she saw this afternoon
weren’t really flying south.
Wildflowers still dance
between the rocks
and butterflies still light
upon the phlox
as honeybees
still swarm the mint
and bumbles take the clover.
She hums a rosy little tune
and fills her watering can.
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© 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged bees, bunny, buttercups, haiku, nature, oneness, poem, Poetry, rabbit, relaxation on August 1, 2014| 4 Comments »
Young rabbit dozes
in sun-melted buttercups
bees hum lullaby.
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(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged bees, honeybees, pesticides, poem, Poetry, pollination, produce, veggie stew on July 16, 2013| 19 Comments »
The irony
is that we kill
our honeybees
by using reckless
pesticides
to grow our produce
better, bigger,
free of bugs
and then at pollination time
we wonder where
the bees have gone.
Whatever in the name
of veggie stew
can we be thinking?
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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
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See interesting article below by Valerie Easton, for latest evidence, and flowers we can plant in our gardens to attract those honeybees that haven’t yet succumbed to “colony collapse”:
http://seattletimes.com/html/pacificnw/2021315159_pacificpgardener14.html
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Am getting off my soapbox now….
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged agates, bees, honey, Love, Mayberrie', passion, Poetry on June 23, 2012| 35 Comments »
(a Mayberrie poem)
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At noon she heard
the swarm of bees
and knew they’d lead her
to the woman in the woods
who kept their hive.
Maybe she could trade
her pouch of agates
for a little jar of honey.
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Starting down the common trail
she heard the heavy clops
of many horses.
King’s men! She stepped aside,
prepared to curtsey,
then she saw his face
and so much tender in his eyes
she swooned, her heart a-thunder.
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Waking in a sunlit patch
of summer grass
she sat up, drowsily.
Where were the bees?
What daylight faint was this?
Her agates too were gone.
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And then she remembered –
the horses, and his countenance!
She felt a shine
on her left hand
and there around her finger
was a smoldering ring
with royal seal,
and nestled at her side
was a little jar of honey.
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© 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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(For a list of all poems in this series, please click on the Mayberrie tab above.)
Posted in Poetry 1970's, tagged bees, intuition, logic, perspective, Poetry, viewpoints on March 11, 2012| 50 Comments »
(from 1975 – just beecause 🙂 )
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Landing on a daisy
I grow drunk
from its nectar.
I toss and turn
in logic
till the petals
wilt and brown.
Then picking up
my fuzzy thoughts
I laugh
and fly away
to some other
un-pollinated
perspective.
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© 1975, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Apple, bees, clouds, end of sumer, sky, spiders, woolly clouds on September 8, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Under the apple tree
harvesting gold
she leans
on the last flush of summer
and dreams.
Bees gather her calm,
spiders spin up the sun
and high above, breezes
start painting the sky –
for tomorrow
the woolly clouds come.
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(c) 1993 Betty Hayes Albright
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