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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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(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)

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Comet Hale-Bopp. Author shot this image at Zab...

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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)

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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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