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When we let it grow
a weed might just surprise us
with uncut beauty.
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(c) 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Earth, flowers, Gaia, garden, labels, nature, poem, Poetry, senryu, so-called-weeds, weeds on September 14, 2017| 48 Comments »
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When we let it grow
a weed might just surprise us
with uncut beauty.
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(c) 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged chive flower, flowers, garden, haiku, nature, perfection, poem, Poetry, poppies on May 6, 2014| 14 Comments »
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Have you ever seen
even one ugly flower?
I didn’t think so.
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(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged coyote, Earth, epoch, Gaia, garden, Poetry, spirituality, wolves on March 22, 2012| 27 Comments »
(Reposted from September, revised)
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When we raised our heads
the sky broke through
and we saw God.
We stood on stilts
and remembered our names.
But then we saw gashes
in the garden below
and heel marks
from heavy boots.
We saw wolves and coyote
pacing around us,
watching our eyes.
And we threw off our stilts
and danced around fire
till Gaia was smooth and warm –
and in the circle of creatures
we remembered their names.
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(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged beauty, Dandelions, garden, nature, perspective, trash, weed on October 20, 2011| 9 Comments »
I’m a stranger to this land,
what are these graceful flowers
with plush yellow pods
waving lightly
in the early afternoon?
Such a lovely garden you have!
But why are you cutting them down?
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They’re dandelions!
you say with disgust.
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Puzzling,
I bid you farewell
and trip on the trash
in the street.
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(c) 1991, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright