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When she called his name

to the north wind

it roared

through the trees

and made her winter green.

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When she called his name

to the mountainside

it rose

up the ridge

like a fever.

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When she called his name

to the racing sky

it echoed

like a dozen geese

searching for a season.

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When she called his name

to the ocean

it churned

to salt butter

on her toast.

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When she called his name

to a sliver of moon

it hung like a lamp

on the dark side

of doubt

and this time she knew

that he heard.

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(c) 1995, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post from 2013)

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A poet’s blood

flows to the brain

and out again

with just one change –

the cells are richer,

colored by

a metaphor,

a mystic eye

that sees it all

from higher land

then bleeds on those

who understand.

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(c) 1992, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post)

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Yes, I talk to trees and birds,

spiders and squirrels,

to flowers and bees

and dragonflies.

They like to hear

how beautiful they are

and then

they tell me their stories

and I listen.

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© 2013  Betty Hayes Albright 

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