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Bone-deep in winter
meadow trees are sleeping, but
time skates on thin ice.
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(c) 2022 Betty Hayes Albright
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Water-color by my grandmother, Lilly Bjornstad
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Posted in haiku or senryu, just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged freeze, nature, poem, Poetry, senryu, tick tock, time, Trees, winter on January 3, 2022| 39 Comments »
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, endurance, freeze, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, winter on December 27, 2014| 5 Comments »
(This is a companion to the previous poem.)
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What are these icy blades
that pull words crisp
through dunes of snow,
that draw my heart
to shiver
in your sea?
Fly if you must
beyond this salty mood
(still frozen to my cheek)
and I will wait
for winter’s hands
to thaw.
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(c) 1993, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(photo taken a few years ago)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged always, comet, freeze, Love, poem, Poetry, returns, Trees on January 4, 2014| 20 Comments »
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Night turns to ice
as Comet
spreads his tail
like a bird.
She covers tiny trees
against the frost
and watches
as the fan of light
outshine the stars.
Once in a lifetime
or a thousand years,
it doesn’t matter –
she’ll know him when
he comes again.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, freeze, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, snow, waiting, winter on December 8, 2011| 10 Comments »
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What are these icy blades
that pull words crisp
through dunes of snow,
that draw my heart
to shiver
in your sea?
Fly if you must
beyond this salty mood
(still frozen to my cheek)
and I will wait
for winter’s hands
to thaw.
.
(c) 1993, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright