Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Gaia, illumination, nature, poem, Poetry, poppy, senryu, sunshine on August 12, 2020| 35 Comments »
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Dance little poppy,
bow to ev’ry little breeze —
sunshine lands on all.
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(c) 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photo taken last week. We had a lot of orange California poppies…this was the only pink one. I love ’em all. 💕)
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P.S. I just realized, today is my 9th anniversary on WordPress!! Thank you to the many dear friends I’ve met here over the years.)
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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 cats, feral, Gaia, hunger, nature, poem, Poetry, wildlife, winter on October 12, 2019| 36 Comments »
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She puts food
outside her door
for the cats
and raccoons
and the Scrub Jays –
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and for all
who leave soft
wild footprints
in the frost.
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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Apple, Gaia, haiku/senryu, nature, poem, Poetry, squirrel, true story! :) on September 21, 2019| 16 Comments »
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Squirrel finds apple,
spins it like corn on the cob —
leaves the core for me.
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(c) 2012, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post from 2012, revised)
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Photo from Bing – creative commons site, “unknown author”.
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Posted in Poetry 1980's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged climate change, Earth, fire, Gaia, Mount St Helens, nature, Pan, poem, Poetry, rain forest, survival, Trees on September 15, 2019| 27 Comments »
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Where’s your dance, old tree?
The wind plays –
let’s see you sway,
I long to hear
your rustling green.
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Did Autumn tighten up
your knots
and sap your limbs
too soon?
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It seems that Pan
has left you,
tail tucked between his legs
when he saw the horizon
turning black
instead of blue.
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And now I too must hurry off
to find my cave and pray
that dawn
will wring out the mourning
and wash the ash away.
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(c) 1980, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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This is an old one, revised. It was originally written in 1980, two months before Mount St. Helens erupted a hundred miles away from us. (A dear friend of mine died in the eruption, along with her husband and two children.) I always assumed the poem was a premonition of that tragic event, but it seems to also fit in with current events on this dear old planet of ours. (The original version was posted here in 2014.)
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P.S. Once again I’m behind reading blogs. Will hopefully catch up with you all soon! ❤
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Amazon Rain Forest, breath, death, fire, Gaia, life, oxygen, poem, Poetry on August 26, 2019| 39 Comments »
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My lungs are on fire,
my breath is smoke.
Help me, please help me!
I can see it falling —
the last straw.
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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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As most of us know, the Amazon Rain Forest (often referred to as “the lungs of the earth”) is on fire. This great forest provides 1/5th of the earth’s oxygen – every 5th breath we take. So far, the fires are out of control. I heard on the news that millions of animal species have perished. We need more than thoughts and prayers on this one….
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged eros, flowers, Gaia, Haiku or Senryu, honeybees, nature, poem, Poetry on August 16, 2019| 22 Comments »
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Courting honeybees —
blossoms consummate the past
their future assured.
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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
(From a scribble written in 1998 – rewritten into a Senryu.)
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Photo taken in 2011, on our deck.
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged August, Blogoversary, flowers, Gaia, Gladiola, Haiku or Senryu, nature, poem, Poetry, summer on August 13, 2019| 55 Comments »
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Middle of August
some flowers begin to fade.
Glad is tickled pink.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
(Photo taken a few days ago, in our front yard.)
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Quick note: Yesterday was my 8th anniversary here on WordPress! I’m thankful to have met so many wonderful, kind, gifted writers here over the years. Many of you have become dear friends.
Thank you to everyone for your support and encouragement, and thanks also to those of you who have bought my book “Skipping Stones” this last year! That has meant a lot to me! (Shameless plug: it’s still available. 😁😁 )
With love and gratitude,
Betty ❤❤
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged awareness, beauty, Gaia, mindfulness, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, Sunflower on August 11, 2019| 39 Comments »
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From a seed
dropped by a crow
at the bottom of a rockery
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it rises tall
and sturdy now
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with Fibonacci spirals
and a halo of gold.
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I wonder
if passersby see
the scintillating glow –
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or just a wistful shadow
nodding across their path.
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(c) 1999, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photo by Lukas, Pexels.com)
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Poem from 20 years ago, never published….
Still hoping to catch up with everyone soon!
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged colors, dance, earth tones, Gaia, joy, nature, play, poem, Poetry on June 9, 2019| 43 Comments »
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She lives in earth tones –
soft colors of
amber and sage
brush across her arms
on terracotta mornings
and lavender afternoons.
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Bracelets of seashells
on pink ribbons
play on her wrists,
her celadon skirt
swaying like the tresses
of the willow
where she dances
in the garden –
invisible.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Sorry for being way behind reading blogs.
Hope to catch up with everyone soon! 💚
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