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When the veil lifts

we see the bones

of the universe

and it doesn’t matter

the color of an eye,

an unread poem,

a broken thread,

the forgotten name.

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And everything matters –

the curve of a smile,

a loaf of bread shared,

the feather of a crow,

each dandelion spared.

What matters is the fingerprint

we leave on the flame

before we’re dowsed with slumber

and it all begins again.

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(c) 2004, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post)

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Last year’s garden fasts beneath our feet

till winter takes its petulant retreat

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but come again, that longing ancient beat

where Gaia’s past and pregnant future meet

in winds roused from a quickening mystique.

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Some say that olden love is obsolete,

a dreamer’s sigh must ever be discreet

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but like the spring’s confident repeat

those sighs ignite a lover’s sacred heat

and lo! The cycle is once more complete.

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© 2015 Betty Hayes Albright

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Too labored? Too sing-songy? Ack!

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P.S. Hoping to catch up with everyone soon! 🙂

I know it’s been a very long, frozen, treacherous winter for some and hope that springtime arrives soon for us all.

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She would dive

into his eyes

and sate his fevered brow

with the coolness

of a gauzy cloud

until it rained

upon the mountains

filling streams

with eager waters

rushing to the sea.

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And he would lift her

to the shore

and lay her down

on seaweed

where together they would turn

to mist.

And next time that it rained,

the sky

would wear a double bow.

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(c)  1995, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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