Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged escape, fantasy, freight train, full moon, night time, poem, Poetry, train on May 17, 2017| 23 Comments »
.
What is it about
the wailing
train at night?
.
I would hop
a car with just enough
hay to make a pillow
.
lie there swaying
full moon strobing
through the open doors
.
can’t tell if it churns
north or south
I’m just passing through.
.
© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged clouds, full moon, haiku, moon, nature, poem, Poetry on September 9, 2014| 13 Comments »
.
Moon blazes a trail
through the cottage cheesy clouds
waxes victory.
.
(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(photo taken last night – 9-8-2014.)
Posted in Deep Water, haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged dreams, full moon, haiku, Love, moonlight, nature, owl, poem, Poetry, woods on August 12, 2014| 17 Comments »
.
Full moon lights pillows,
from the woods an old owl hoots:
whooo lights up your dreams?
.
(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(photo from 12/2011)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, full moon, lost, Love, Mayberrie', moon, poem, Poetry, sea, shell, silence on February 18, 2012| 40 Comments »
(A Mayberrie series poem)
.
She pretends
that he can hear her thoughts,
but lord, the fog is rolling in –
it rides the tide into the caverns
smoothing out the lover’s hollow
in between the driftwood and debris.
One time she found a double shell
and gave him half to hold his heart
while hers stayed in a candle box
until the day it shattered
from the impact of his silence.
But still she holds the pieces near
and when the moon is full, pretends
that he can hear her thoughts,
but knows most likely
they’ve been lost
or muzzled by the sea.
.
(c) 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(For the next poem in this series, please click here .
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged full moon, moon, pond, Trees on November 9, 2011| 16 Comments »
Climbing
the pine tree
one branch
at a time,
spreading
on ripples
that mirror
in the pond,
taking
the long way
to rise.
.
(c) 1994, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged acolyte, full moon, light, lily, moon, poem, Poetry, spirituality, sun, tides on September 29, 2011| 10 Comments »
Moon,
like a giant lily
floats in bloom
on the surface of night.
It is then we remember
that without Sun
we’d never know Luna
except for the tides
rising in our breasts.
.
(c) 1997, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Click on image for more info.
Seasonings 