Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged empathy, grief, Love, mourning, poem, Poetry, snow, winter on December 13, 2018| 28 Comments »
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I still remember
your winter mourning
when you were dark-empty
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and I reached
through the ether
and wrapped my arms
around your shadow
tasting your hard tears
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and you stood taller than light
with grief,
new-fallen and noble
as the snow.
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(c) 1994, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged ashes, Barbara Pierce Seibold, mourning, mt. st. helens, Pan, poem, Poetry, premonition, volcano on May 16, 2014| 20 Comments »
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Where’s your dance, old tree?
The music blows,
let’s see you sway,
I long to hear
your rustling green.
Did winter tighten up your knots
and sap your limbs so soon?
What’s this?
It seems Pan left you
tail tucked between his legs
when he saw the horizon
turning black
instead of blue.
And now I too
must hurry off
to find my cave and pray
that the dawn
will turn our mourning
into day.
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(c) 1980, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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.Written in March, 1980 – two months before Mt. St. Helens erupted, on May 18th. A premonition, perhaps….
57 people were killed, including my close friend Barbara Pierce Seibold.
Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged disaster, Mount St Helens, mourning, nature, Pan, poem, Poetry, premonition, Trees on August 29, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Mt. St. Helens – May 1980 eruption
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Where’s your dance, old tree?
The music blows,
let’s see you sway,
I long to hear
your rustling green.
Did winter tighten up your knots
and sap your limbs so soon?
What’s this?
It seems Pan left you
tail tucked between his legs
when he noticed the horizon
turning black
instead of blue.
And now I too
must hurry off
to find my cave and pray
that the dawn
will turn our mourning
into day.
.
(c) 1980, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(Premonition of Mt. St. Helens eruption?)
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