Morning

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Sunshine through the squall

rainbow arching to the west –

pot of tea, steeping.

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Feral cat sleeping

in her bed outside the door –

steam rises from trees.

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© 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 

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In Return

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When we hurt,

grief wants nothing more

than to light a candle

and sit with us

in our keening.

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If we look it in the eye

we’ll see

its soft depth

as it holds us tenderly

to the flame.

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And when we’re ready

we’ll hold it in return

and watch the spiral

of warm smoke

rise to the sky.

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© 2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Photo from Pixabay

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Caprice

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Capricious one

I often wonder

if in truth

our hearts grow fonder

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longing for

the agate blue

of sky-reflecting

drops of dew,

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of simple pleasures

on the skin

and tender truths

to wrap us in

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fine threads of wisdom

knit with choices

weaving through

those distant voices

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firing up

our tender hopes

while mating in

kaleidoscopes.

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Then shall we

consummate the sun?

I wonder,

oh capricious one.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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Shimmer

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The time arrives

when the walls come alive

and we see

between the molecules,

the shimmer and the might –

and every barricade

becomes a door.

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(c) 2002, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Image from a copyright free site, in 2011.)

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After a little time off, I’m hoping to catch up with everyone soon!

My thoughts are with everyone who is affected by the U.S. government shutdown (directly or indirectly, as we all shall be soon).  I’m very saddened by the direction our country has taken the last two years.  This too shall pass – hopefully.

 

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Change

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Oh love, can you see us all

pulsing in red,

eyes opened wide

to reason and truth?

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Oh love, can you see us all

reflecting orange,

imagining change

and eager to grow?

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Oh love, can you see us all

lit up in yellow,

resolving to purify

air, land, and sea?

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Oh love, can you see us all

shimmering in green,

rejecting the lies, and

defending the light?

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Oh love, can you see us all

bathed in blue

with visions of healing,

and freedom from fear?

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Oh love, can you see us all

radiating indigo,

hands joined together

in what we must do?

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Oh love – may you see us all

aglow in violet –

creating the crest

of a new Humanity.

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(c) 2001, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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In two weeks, we in the U.S. have an important election which could change the course of history.  Please vote – and let your voice be heard.

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Photo (C) Copyright Betty Albright 2018.

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Drums

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Deep in the folds

of the flannel of night

we hear the drums call –

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     ba ba boom.

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Our eyes open wide

as we chew through the shackles

and dance ourselves free –

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      ba ba boom.

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Up the spiral we climb,

our candles held high

to shatter the gloom –

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     ba ba boom.

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At the top we leap clear

of gravity’s hold

on the weight of our words –

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     ba ba boom.

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We land on the sun

where we tear off our masks

and meet our true Selves –

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      Ba Ba Boom, Ba Ba Boom!

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(c)  1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post, revised…. written in 1993)

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Crystalline

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Late at night

after she washes her face

and slips from her dress

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she becomes a teardrop

quaking with grief

on the tip of God’s tongue.

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But there —

see how the light

shines through.

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©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Pearls

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He shells

those cornered dreams

that rub us raw

secreting love

around torn edges

polishing

with his own tears

pearls of poetry.

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(c) 1995,  2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Re-posted from 2012)

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Short Ode to March

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Primroses!

how winter thins

as shadows quicken

in sunlit trees

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as dew swells

the un-sheared lawn

with promises, promises

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and dreams are joined

at the wing.

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© 1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Be There

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Be there in our dreams, Love,

hold us in our waking,

be close when we dance with joy

and when our hearts are aching.

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Love, be in the gifts we give

and in those we receive,

be there when the white dove lights

and when he takes his leave.

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Be there when the tide comes in

and when it’s flowing out,

Love be near us in our faith

and nearer when we doubt.

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Be there when the moon is waxing,

stay close when it wanes,

Love, be in our song’s first measure

and its last refrain.

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(c) 2003, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Wishing everyone a peaceful, hopeful, light-filled, New Year!

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