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Beating of deep drums,

puff of smoke on horizon

and then you were gone.

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More is said in love’s silence

than we can e’er say out loud.

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©  2012, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Reposted from 2012, revised.)

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How is it that grief

stays so fresh year after year?

It must be the salt.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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Grace

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She dammed her feelings

for him

with a bone cork

and Earth became

a rocking jug

with aching sides

and tears

that leaked through cracks

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and there was naught

but a dry, brown light

across the sky.

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And when the gods looked down

they cursed the plug

and ground it to dust

with their fists.

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Earth shuddered

and roared

in a great awakening

of heat and light

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until at last

there rose

in her breast

the endless rainbow fount

of love undamned.

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(c)  1995, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Revision of an oldie, first posted in 2011.)

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We fan the embers

turning to flamingo flames

parsing the silence

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like a blue-white star –

fire so hot there is no smoke,

just the melt of time.

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Vermilion night,

soft sizzle of sparks afire –

it begins to rain.

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©  2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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Many years ago

and still

you’re with me

in the silent deep

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where time spins faster

before our eyes –

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it won’t be long

until that blur

is just a knowing smile.

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©  2019  Betty Hayes Albright 

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red love heart christmas

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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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background balance beach boulder

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When I cross

your path again

I’ll build a cairn

for you, my friend –

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and all who pass

shall add a stone

and ne’er shall

we be alone.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Photo by Pixabay

 

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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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She still remembers

his deep embrace    

in the open entryway

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and the salty taste of urgency

on the tongue

of an April day

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and their offering

to the gods

as it hung in the sun to dry

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to fluff and fold,

but tenderly —

in the wrinkles of goodbye.    

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(c) 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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O vernal sun,

come sweeten the rain

as you plant your secrets

under thick moss —

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lend the forsythia

pots of gold

and warm the stones

that circle our garden —

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let poppies buzz

and sword ferns uncurl

as Earth becomes great

with tender.

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(c) 1994, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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An old one, never published here… that I know of.  

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Wishing everyone in the northern hemisphere a beautiful Springtime!  🌷 

And to all of us – north, south, east, west – may love, wisdom and peace someday reign on this mixed up world of ours. 💚

 

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