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When she called his name

to the north wind

it roared

through the trees

and made her winter green.


When she called his name

to the mountainside

it rose

up the ridge

like a fever.


When she called his name

to the racing sky

it echoed

like a dozen geese

searching for a season.


When she called his name

to the ocean

it churned

to salt butter

on her toast.


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.


(c) 1995, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright


(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.


(c) 1992, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright


(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.


© 2013  Betty Hayes Albright 

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