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Pecking poppy seeds
chickadee does not see me.
Old cat sees us both.
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(c) 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Photo by Skylar Ewing / Pexels.com
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, cat, chickadee, nature, observation, poem, Poetry, sunshine, witness on October 8, 2020| 41 Comments »
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged carnival, moon, nature, ocean, play, poem, Poetry, sea, tides, whimsy on September 13, 2020| 25 Comments »
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On waves of teal sea-shine
we catch a glossy ride
to chase our lost horizons
and race the rising tide.
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We lean to gather white-caps
and taste their salty plumes
till purple weaves a blanket
and wraps us ’round the moon.
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(c) 1992, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Gaia, illumination, nature, poem, Poetry, poppy, senryu, sunshine on August 12, 2020| 35 Comments »
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Dance little poppy,
bow to ev’ry little breeze —
sunshine lands on all.
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(c) 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photo taken last week. We had a lot of orange California poppies…this was the only pink one. I love ’em all. 💕)
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P.S. I just realized, today is my 9th anniversary on WordPress!! Thank you to the many dear friends I’ve met here over the years.)
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Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged bees, freedom, July, justice, Love, nature, passion, poem, Poetry, summer on July 22, 2020| 24 Comments »
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Come meet me
in the secret garden
living green
and dancing yellow,
join the bees
and beg their pardon
where the hive
grows sweet and mellow.
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Free of fear
and saved from doom
let us dance
in yonder meadow
where the wild ones
stand and bloom –
spare the truth
and spoil the credo.
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Oh my love,
let’s long abide –
dance the tango
free from care.
Meet me
on the other side –
unloose your heartstrings,
take the dare.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged birds, caprice, Doves, nature, poem, Poetry, what I saw out the window, wings on January 9, 2020| 34 Comments »
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Fifty doves
fly as one –
a hundred wings
on a string
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like a cloud
caught by the sun
in a glint
and a flutter
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before they all
disappear
to swerve in the curve
of caprice.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, brine, change, fall, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, time on November 10, 2019| 38 Comments »
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So soon, again
they come this way –
long shadows
in the meadow play
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between the leaves
turned red and gold
where faeries
of the frost behold
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a disappearance
of the bees,
the fogging
in a stand of trees,
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the seasoning
of twig and vine
as Fall adds nutmeg
to the brine.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged cats, feral, Gaia, hunger, nature, poem, Poetry, wildlife, winter on October 12, 2019| 36 Comments »
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She puts food
outside her door
for the cats
and raccoons
and the Scrub Jays –
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and for all
who leave soft
wild footprints
in the frost.
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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Apple, Gaia, haiku/senryu, nature, poem, Poetry, squirrel, true story! :) on September 21, 2019| 16 Comments »
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Squirrel finds apple,
spins it like corn on the cob —
leaves the core for me.
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(c) 2012, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post from 2012, revised)
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Photo from Bing – creative commons site, “unknown author”.
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Posted in Poetry 1980's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged climate change, Earth, fire, Gaia, Mount St Helens, nature, Pan, poem, Poetry, rain forest, survival, Trees on September 15, 2019| 27 Comments »
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Where’s your dance, old tree?
The wind plays –
let’s see you sway,
I long to hear
your rustling green.
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Did Autumn tighten up
your knots
and sap your limbs
too soon?
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It seems that Pan
has left you,
tail tucked between his legs
when he saw the horizon
turning black
instead of blue.
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And now I too must hurry off
to find my cave and pray
that dawn
will wring out the mourning
and wash the ash away.
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(c) 1980, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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This is an old one, revised. It was originally written in 1980, two months before Mount St. Helens erupted a hundred miles away from us. (A dear friend of mine died in the eruption, along with her husband and two children.) I always assumed the poem was a premonition of that tragic event, but it seems to also fit in with current events on this dear old planet of ours. (The original version was posted here in 2014.)
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P.S. Once again I’m behind reading blogs. Will hopefully catch up with you all soon! ❤
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged eros, flowers, Gaia, Haiku or Senryu, honeybees, nature, poem, Poetry on August 16, 2019| 22 Comments »
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Courting honeybees —
blossoms consummate the past
their future assured.
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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
(From a scribble written in 1998 – rewritten into a Senryu.)
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Photo taken in 2011, on our deck.