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Fifty doves
fly as one –
a hundred wings
on a string
.
like a cloud
caught by the sun
in a glint
and a flutter
.
before they all
disappear
to swerve in the curve
of caprice.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged birds, caprice, Doves, nature, poem, Poetry, what I saw out the window, wings on January 9, 2020| 34 Comments »
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Fifty doves
fly as one –
a hundred wings
on a string
.
like a cloud
caught by the sun
in a glint
and a flutter
.
before they all
disappear
to swerve in the curve
of caprice.
.
.
© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged caprice, consummation, hope, Love, poem, Poetry, wisdom on April 14, 2019| 41 Comments »
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Capricious one
I often wonder
if in truth
our hearts grow fonder
.
longing for
the agate blue
of sky-reflecting
drops of dew,
.
of simple pleasures
on the skin
and tender truths
to wrap us in
.
fine threads of wisdom
knit with choices
weaving through
those distant voices
.
firing up
our tender hopes
while mating in
kaleidoscopes.
.
Then shall we
consummate the sun?
I wonder,
oh capricious one.
.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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