Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Bird, Deep Water, elm tree, eternity, Love, loving, poem, Poetry, seasons, snow, winter on January 22, 2017| 22 Comments »
our.
It’s one more slippery
snow-white day
when every bird
has stolen away
.
except for one
in the old elm tree
who watches my window.
But does he see me,
.
or just the reflection
of love left behind?
I blow him a kiss
through the half-opened blind.
.
And as each new season
transfigures our view
perhaps he won’t mind
that I’m watching him too.
.
© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged elm tree, ivy, Love, passion, Poetry, spirituality, Trees on February 8, 2012| 35 Comments »
Her roots are coiled
in rock-bound earth
but her dreams circle up
the ancient trunk
of a sworn elm tree.
She winds
through the branches,
bursts from submission
and cries out the name
of a lover in flight
on the edge
of all that could be.
.
(c) 1996, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged cave, elm tree, lathe, Love, music, silence, words on November 3, 2011| 15 Comments »
Music carved the walls
of his cave
while his lathe
spun out bowls
from the old elm tree.
She held one to her lips
and sipped the brew
of smooth intention
.
and his music swelled the tunnels
and the caverns
of her heart
as she swayed to his tempo
while he penned his poetry.
.
But the day came
when the music stopped
and there rose a wall
of silent drums
when all the words fell flat
.
and there had never been
such a deafening quietude
nor had she ever known
such a glorious ache.
.
(c) 2011, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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