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If these flowers
have a name
I don’t want to know.
Label not
my wild ones,
just let me watch them grow.
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(c) 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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(photo taken yesterday)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged flowers, Gaia, labels, names, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, wildflowers on June 24, 2015| 15 Comments »
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If these flowers
have a name
I don’t want to know.
Label not
my wild ones,
just let me watch them grow.
.
(c) 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(photo taken yesterday)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged ancient, dancing, green, names, nature, poem, Poetry, totem pole, Trees on January 27, 2014| 9 Comments »
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You call me tree
but what is that to me?
My name is green
in the summer
when the zephyr fondles me.
In winter
I am bare-branch
dancing against a fat sky.
I am home to tiny things
you choose not to see.
I am ancient
unless you chop me down
with your ax
and turn me into wall
or chair
or totem pole.
I like that one
for then you see
my many faces
and I see all of yours
and someday
when you look
the other way
I shall name you.
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© 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright