Flute notes
like honey drops
fall into my tea
as I read the leaves
and know this day
will be sweet harmony.
.
(c) 1991, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Bach, harmony, honey, optimism, poem, Poetry, tea on August 18, 2014| 10 Comments »
Flute notes
like honey drops
fall into my tea
as I read the leaves
and know this day
will be sweet harmony.
.
(c) 1991, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged colors, discord, harmony, hope, making peace, order from chaos, Poetry, prisms on February 6, 2012| 25 Comments »
.
Polish smooth
your cutting rocks
my jagged stones
and at dawn
we’ll find each other
garnished
in the fan dance
of prisms.
.
.
(c) 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged colors, discord, harmony, prisms, spirituality on August 31, 2011| 4 Comments »
Polish clean
your cutting rocks,
my jagged stones
and see at sunrise
prisms.
.
(c) 1993, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright