Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, brine, change, fall, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, time on November 10, 2019| 38 Comments »
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So soon, again
they come this way –
long shadows
in the meadow play
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between the leaves
turned red and gold
where faeries
of the frost behold
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a disappearance
of the bees,
the fogging
in a stand of trees,
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the seasoning
of twig and vine
as Fall adds nutmeg
to the brine.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, change, colors, fall, late august, poem, Poetry, seasons on August 24, 2019| 45 Comments »
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A little less red
in the flower bed,
a little more gold on the tree –
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the mantis is praying,
the skyline is fraying
and Sol slips another degree.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Just a little scribble…)
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Photo from Pixabay
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Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged autumn, fall, leaves, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, winter on December 1, 2018| 23 Comments »
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Falling brittle down
through the fog
I crack and break.
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You take me carefully
to your hearth
once more –
we knew I’d never last
till winter.
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When the fog lifts
I crumble,
await another spring.
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(c) 1982, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(From 1982, never before published, so pretend it’s new. 😉 )
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, dragonflies, fall, Gaia, moon, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, seeds, september, sun, Trees, Virgo on September 7, 2018| 33 Comments »
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Sunlight shrinks away
behind the thin of poplar trees,
spiders throw red shadows
in the paths of tired bees,
spells of a waxing moon are cast
and dragonflies change speed
with just a touch of madness
as summer goes to seed.
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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post from 2011 – revised)
.Photo by Ithalu Dominguez on Pexels.com
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged fall, life, poem, Poetry, spring, summer, time, time flies...., winter on February 3, 2018| 38 Comments »
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They leak out
from the calendar –
seconds, minutes lost.
They steal away
into the fog
and freeze to winter’s frost.
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I close my eyes
and there’s an hour
missing from the day.
It turned into
a floppy kite
and spring blew it away.
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Dripping
through my fingers
another day has gone,
evaporated
yesterday
from summer’s placid pond.
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And soon a year
has fallen
bright confetti on the ground
and I wonder
if we’ll ever have
the time to just slow down.
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© 1992, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(….and another 26 years has flown by since writing this….)
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(a re-post)
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged fall, Haiku or Senryu, Love, poem, Poetry, sunset, Thanksgiving, Trees on November 22, 2017| 33 Comments »
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Without all their leaves
did the trees lose their beauty
or was it revealed?
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(c) 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Thursday is Thanksgiving in the U.S.
Love and thanks to everyone, here and around the world, for your friendship and poetic exchanges on WordPress. 🙂
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(photo from morguefile.com)
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, Uncategorized, tagged autumn, change, fall, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, sky, storm, toast, weather, wind on November 8, 2017| 46 Comments »
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It changes fast
that marbled sky
from sheets of paste
to curds of gray
and thin blue belts
with heads of steel
connected
by chain lightning.
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Clouds turn glassy
shadows break
we hasten through
the cracking storm
but pause to lift
our empty cups
to catch the rain
and raise a toast
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to the wild wind’s
un-leafing
of the fall.
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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post, revised)
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged autumn, fall, leaves, nature, poem, Poetry, rush hour, storm, travel, wind on October 25, 2017| 26 Comments »
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From dark, wet lawns
fallen leaves flee
to the gutters,
the streets
spinning cinnamon orange
until giddy, they tumble
in sun-dried whorls
to catch the next storm
out of town.
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(c) 1999, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, Deep Water, embers, fall, fire, leaves, life, nature, poem, Poetry, spirituality, sun, Trees on October 19, 2017| 40 Comments »
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She thought it was
the autumn sun
shining on the dogwood tree
but no
the leaves themselves
were flushed
defying the gray
with red-gold embers
self-lit in the gloom.
It was the spark
within the dead,
the nuances of yesterday,
the fire of life
banked against all odds.
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(c) 2010, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post, revised)
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Posted in Gramma Krackers, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, chickadees, fall, Gardening, Gramma Krackers, humor, poem, Poetry on October 3, 2017| 53 Comments »
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Gramma Krackers
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I love when flowers
go to seed
and chickadees
come to feed
and there’s no need
to deadhead,
nor to weed.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post… a Gramma Krackers poem)
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