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The chorus is in chaos.

I lie awake and listen

to the frogs

across the wetlands –

their indiscreet cacophony,

their bald discordant din

of tuneless bass

and baritones,

and one quite well-intentioned

adolescent squork.

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Then comes Gaia

dressed as Maestro

waving her baton

in phosphorescent

ups and downs

until the chorus

is entranced  

with “con amore”

in an ocean

of full moons.

And finally it’s adagio

   adagio…

         adagio…

that fades

to midnight indigo.

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And then one last harumph

and off to sleep.

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©  2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a children’s poem)

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Daddy long-legs

on the ceiling,

can you know

how I’ve been feeling

as you lurk

above my head

while I lie

tucked in my bed?

Just keep in mind

my policy:

don’t spin

in my proximity!

Stay overhead

and you can be

guardian watching

over me.

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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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Photo 10-8-2014 – apologies for the blurry photo again.

This little guy has been above the bed for a month now. Might have to name him.

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In the swarthy cloak of night

shines a fiery constellation,

each star a blazing point

joined beyond imagination.

Never myth, but legend

he still rides across her thoughts

and she will never be the one

to disconnect the dots.

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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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(Painting a favorite of mine: Vincent Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”)

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Wax the stars, old moon –

hone your path across the sky,

peel away the night.

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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright

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Night embroidery

stars are strewn like white french-knots

on a black silk sky.

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(c) 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Just something old and lightweight – from 1993)

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Wake me when the morning comes,

call me from a dream

when the day is cracking open

and the sunrise spreads like cream.

Together we will wander

and together we can drink

of morning glory nectar

till the air is polished pink.

Then let us go a-dancing

through the ripples of the day

till evening shadows climb the sky

to seed the Milky Way.

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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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