Posted in Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, dragonflies, fall, Gaia, moon, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, seeds, september, sun, Trees, Virgo on September 7, 2018| 33 Comments »
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Sunlight shrinks away
behind the thin of poplar trees,
spiders throw red shadows
in the paths of tired bees,
spells of a waxing moon are cast
and dragonflies change speed
with just a touch of madness
as summer goes to seed.
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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post from 2011 – revised)
.Photo by Ithalu Dominguez on Pexels.com
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, interlude, Love, Maeberie series, moon, passion, poem, Poetry on November 24, 2017| 30 Comments »
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Sometimes it opens
just a crack,
that heavy door –
and she will see
his lamp aflame
and though she’s not
the only one
to bring his tray,
his cup of ale,
she always comes
to mind the steel
in his eyes,
those eyes
that recognize the fool,
that see the masks
of dark agenda
in the winks of falsity.
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She always comes
that he may rest awhile.
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She lets him count
the gathers
and the pleating
in her bodice,
and she lets him
fold her hair
across his face
to hide his smile.
And she will stay
for just awhile
until the moon has risen
and he calls out
for the guard
to secret her away.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a Maeberie series poem, revised)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged dance, Deep Water, heart, Love, moon, passion, poem, Poetry, poets on November 13, 2017| 57 Comments »
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And she will dwell
in a cottage of white
and wait for him
at the river’s edge
with birds and breezes
tending the trees.
And they’ll be coming
through the woods,
the poets and flutists
late at night
and after they’re gone
she’ll dance naked
through
the wildflowers
beneath the moon
a yellow ribbon
tied around her heart.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post from 2012)
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Posted in Poetry 1980's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged clouds, dreams, Love, moon, passion, poem, Poetry, reality, sunrise, sunset on November 4, 2017| 32 Comments »
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Last night
I saw your moon
silver,
waxing full
between the clouds,
its hug
wrapping me to sleep.
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This morning
I saw your sunrise
coral,
spreading low
through the clouds,
its breath
flushing over my cheeks.
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Tonight
I see your sunset
violet,
easing down
below the clouds,
its rays
combing out my dreams.
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(c) 1982, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Written in 1982, taken out of mothballs and revised.)
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged astronomy, Helios, moon, poem, Poetry, shadows, Sol, solitude, sun, total eclipse, totality on August 20, 2017| 53 Comments »
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Was that the moon
or just a mood
that crawled across the sun?
For awhile
it seemed the day
had lost its way
leaving just
the steaming edges
of its magnitude.
But all things pass
and so this too
that shadow-stealing
interlude,
we’re warm again
the sky is blue,
the sun
was just in need
of a little Sol i tude.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Hopefully many of you will get to witness the solar eclipse tomorrow as it crosses the U.S. It’ll be at 98% totality from here in SW Washington. Can’t wait!)
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(revision of 2012 poem “Eclipse”)
Posted in Haiku and Senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged fairies, moon, nature, opal, poem, Poetry, senryu, sunset on June 24, 2017| 25 Comments »
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Moon like an opal
hanging from a coral thread
veiled by fairy clouds.
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(c) 2013, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post, revised; photo from 2013)
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Posted in Haiku and Senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged haiku, moon, poem, Poetry, reflection, sun, sunset, Tree on February 10, 2017| 5 Comments »
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Sun gives it all up
for lavender and yellow;
tree launches the moon.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd)
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