Morning

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Sunshine through the squall

rainbow arching to the west –

pot of tea, steeping.

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Feral cat sleeping

in her bed outside the door –

steam rises from trees.

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© 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Winter Solstice

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Frosty colors

fall like snow

through trees —

 

precipitations of sun

filling the tangle

of briar and wood.

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A lone sprite sings

her winter song

as doves wing overhead,

 

their tail feathers spread

to polish the lens

of the sky.

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(c) 1996, 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

.(Re-posted from 2011, revised.)

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Happy Winter Solstice!!  🌲 🌞 🌲

(And to our friends south of the equator a Happy Summer Solstice! 😎 )

Wishing everyone a peaceful holiday season!

 

 

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Above and Below

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I’d fly on white wings,

one of joy

one of sorrow

balanced

on crosswinds

above

and below

to mate

in mid-flight

with a prayer.

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(c) 1990, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright

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(A re-post from 2011)

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My thoughts and condolences are with Santa Fe, Texas today, and with all those affected by this most recent school shooting. When will it stop?

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When it’s Dark

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Polish clean

your cutting rocks

my jagged stones

till dawn reveals

prisms.

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(c)  1993, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(A re-post. Image from Pixaby)

 

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Haiku #39 – Nightfall

Crinkled pink edges

feather the hills at sundown –

Crows gather in trees.

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(c) 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Just a sleepy little scribble…. Still waiting for a crack in this writer’s block.)

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Dare

(a Mayberrie poem)

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The countryside was still –

even birds

were waiting for a sign.

No one knew what happened

behind the castle walls

but rumors spread

there’d been a coronation.

Was he now her king,

or by his cousin slain?

She dares not think.

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Royalty could never wed

a servant girl

but with the kingdom

now secure

in kindly reign

he knew the people would demand

that he take a bride.

But this he cannot do

for it would be a bigamy.

He dares not think.

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On sunny days

she likes to haunt

the distant hills

with deer and wild hare

for company.

She brings them carrots

from her garden,

sometimes greens and herbs,

and whispers to them

not to wander

closer to the village:

they will a farmer’s arrow meet.

She dares not think.

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© 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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See Part III, 5th verse:

“… just one name

between them now

and only the forest to know.”

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(For a list of all poems in this series, please click on the Mayberrie tab above.)

 

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Wholly

(another old one from the 70’s)

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In white light

she turns to me,

waiting by the fountain.

Hello again, she smiles.

She beckons me

and I become

enfolded

in her sacred peace.

She knows me well

for she is me,

in a distant time.

I long to reach

your thoughts, I sigh.

Not yet, she says,

you need more light.

I gather up

a few stray rays

before her warmth

begins to fade.

Tomorrow?

comes the whisper

from the Whole

that I shall be.

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(c)  1976, 2011  Betty Hayes Albright

 

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Forever in a Meadow (2011 posting)

Eternity

came mocking Time, one day

with her ageless face

and the sun in her eyes.

She laughed at the way

I danced to the ticking

of a mere clock,

and she said in a voice

that rang out like moon-chimes:

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Come let me show you

the land of Right Now,

a place that is free

from the chains of your time.

It’s a world where light

shines out of Truth’s eye

and the smile on my face

will fill you with peace.

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I started to follow

but just then a whistle

made me turn back –

it was noon in the valley

and I would be late!

Turning to look

at her beauty once more

I found she had vanished

into Everywhere.

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(c) 1965 , 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

(Prose version written in 1965… revised into poem 1969)

Original pencil drawing (c) 1995, 2014

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