Posts Tagged ‘memories’


Once upon an April

when the sea

was surging high

she said that nothing happened

but it did,

it did,

it did.

And when the tide withdrew

she lived ever after

remembering the rise

of happily.



© 2014, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


(re-posted from 2014)



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Gray sky

like Sunday’s paper

spreads in starchy folds

across the morning,

driving rain

through unripe shadows

sprinkling clues

on birding trees.

And where the purple

crocus blooms

I find a broken

bamboo stick

and draw wet hearts

in the earth.



(c) 1994, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post, revised)

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Are they really lifeless

those empty arms

of winter

branching leafless

in naked grace?

Gaia says no,

that deep in frozen dreams

memories thicken,

sweet syrup

of other times gone

and dreams to come.

Till then these aching limbs

reach out to the silence,


but not barren.



© 2013, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright 


(a re-post)

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Earth freezes

when the comet

spreads his tail

like a dove.

She covers tiny trees

against the frost

and watches

till the fan of indigo

folds and disappears.

Once in a lifetime

or a thousand years

it matters not,

she’ll know him

by his steel blue

when he comes again.




(c) 1996, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post, revised)

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When I was ten

all the rides

at Disneyland

could not compare

with that first sight,

that maiden rush

across the sand,

my first kiss

of the sea.



©  2012, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post from 2012)

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She floats free,

a rainbow bubble

rising on


over ruby-studded waves

chasing after him.



(c)  2017 Betty Hayes Albright


(Originally a 1995 free-form poem)


Shadorma November

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Sehome Hill

was the place to go

after dark

college kids

parked for hours in old sedans

making memories.


Met a guy

took me to “The Web”

beatniks read


argued relativity

high on espresso.


Sparkling views

close to waterfalls

Mount Baker

Puget Sound

winding drives on Chuckanut

easy on the curves.



©  2017  Betty Hayes Albright


(Memories from freshman year in college, ’65-’66)


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