Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘endurance’

..

IMG_7587a

.

 Birch trees catch my eye

deep in the trough of winter

white bark withstanding.

.

.

©  2014, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

.

Partial of an original watercolor by my grandmother,

Lilly Bjornstad.  (She painted this when she was about 100.  She lived to 108.)

.

(re-post)

Advertisements

Read Full Post »

.

Earth freezes

when the comet

spreads his tail

like a dove.

She covers tiny trees

against the frost

and watches

till the fan of indigo

folds and disappears.

Once in a lifetime

or a thousand years

it matters not,

she’ll know him

by his steel blue

when he comes again.

 

.

.

(c) 1996, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

.

(a re-post, revised)

Read Full Post »

.

Day and night

we must remember

take nothing

for granted

everything is in flux

love alone endures.

.

.

(c) 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

.

(Shadorma November)

Read Full Post »

.

old skirt 2017

.

Skirt of many long colors

sewn in gathers

and tiers

.

brushing my ankles

with playful seams

cutting through the design

.

of mismatched patterns

wearing thin

after all these years

.

washing on delicate

hanging to dry

one more time.

.

©  2017  Betty Hayes Albright

Read Full Post »

Leave it open

just a glimmer,

may the circle

never close –

a tiny light

breaches a cloud,

one last petal

on the rose.

Hush, beloved,

no more tearing

though I needn’t

tell you this –

every word

an open door,

each new poem

a tender kiss.

.

(c) 2015  Betty Hayes Albright

Read Full Post »

We carve our words,

our paintings, sculptures,

music, dance

into the walls

of space and time

knowing one day

all will crumble down.

Even earth

will be consumed

by an aging sun someday.

But Cosmos gathers each creation,

weaves it into infinite Mind

where no thing is ever lost

except the empty shadow –

nothing really disappears,

not even love.

.

© 2012, 2015  Betty Hayes Albright 

.

(a re-post)

.

Read Full Post »

(from 1979)

.

When our skin

grows thin

and our eyes

have finally dimmed

we’ll blow on that

charred piece of coal

(the one that never cooled)

until it catches fire again.

We’ll crawl inside

and melt cold bones

into an alabaster stone

and there we’ll carve

our epitaph:

Never Say Die.

.

(c) 1979, 2015  Betty Hayes Albright

.

(re-posted from 2011)

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »

%d bloggers like this: