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We chose to climb this mountain

through old brambles, over ice


cursing barbs that scratched our ankles

damning thorns that tore our veils,


splitting stones that skinned our reason

as the thunder rolled our tongues.


Now we reach the sacred fire

and our hair turns scarlet


as we catch the embers, naked

and the circle dream awakens


to paint balm across the valley,

bleeding light into our wounds.



(c)  1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


(An old poem, revised and dedicated to H.D. Rhoads, my mentor years ago.)


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Each moment comes

a clean slate.

We write on it

with ink that burns us,

weep on it

with tears that boil,

toss it on a hickory stove

smearing ash

on pristine snow


but every second

rights itself

into a guiltless fire

that flares into

a longing grace

erasing clean

the errant flare

as we learn

to temper self

and kindle our own glow.



©  2012, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post, revised)

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Oh garden bird

you kept a wild heart

between your ribs

as you danced

the morning zephyr

darting circles

through the phlox.

Your last song

sang of forgiveness

to the cat

before you died.

Let me hold

your empty body

till I feel again

the pulse

of swaying hills

and flying trees,

till my own wings spread

new feathers

and we both reclaim the sky.


(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post)



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