Posts Tagged ‘perfection’

(just something light, from 1993)


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.


© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post)


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Have you ever seen

even one ugly flower?

I didn’t think so.


(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright




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