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Trees turn to bone

and the leaves

turn into feathers

in the alabaster light

before the sun goes down.

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A young eagle leaps

around his nest

of sticks and straw

flapping his wings

like wide miracles

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until the sun sets

and they fold again

hugging his wild sides –

every bone and feather

neatly back in place.

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© 2021   Betty Hayes Albright

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Inspired by watching the Redding, California eagle cam. I highly recommend! The three eaglets will fledge in 2-3 weeks.

Sorry for my absence here… hoping to eventually catch up with everyone.

Also hope you’re all well — I’ve missed you all. ❤

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Like those nesting dolls

in graduated sizes

my sons became

encased each year

inside of bigger boys.

Now grown and sealed

inside tall men

they’re unaware

I still see through

a mother’s eyes

to all those younger little boys

still playing deep inside.

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(c) 1992, 2021  Betty Hayes Albright

(A re-post; also previously published in Skipping Stones)

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This week my first born son turns 50….! 

(Hard to grasp, as I still haven’t accepted that I’m over 50! 😊 )

And I still often see that little boy still playing deep inside him. 

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I am the water

you draw from your well –

steep me

into your tea.

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I am the slice of hot toast

on your plate –

let me melt

your fresh apple butter.

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I am the evergreen

on your morning walk –

breathe me

into your shadow.

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I am the eyes

meeting yours in the marketplace –

see the pangs

of my hunger.

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I am the line

down the middle of your road –

follow me

through the desert.

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I am the match

that lights your winter fire –

catch my sparks

in a jar.

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I am the shooting star

in your fevered night –

wish for me

one more time.

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(c) 1995, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post, revised….)

 

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O magic tilt of earth,

we sing and dance

in this new wash

of winter.

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Icy prisms

play the stars

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while we gather

reds and greens

to weave ourselves

a holy wreath

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as one tall candle

lights

the untouched snow.

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(c) 1992, 2020  Betty Hayes Albright

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(A re-post from 2011 — revised…)

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Wishing everyone a holiday season

filled with love, joy, peace and good health.

Merry Christmas!!

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This tall reach

of a winter’s day

scrapes silver dust

from a crumpled sky.

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I turn to face

a southern glow

with eyes upraised

and heart thrice full –

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O Sun, I’d woo thee

north again

to light this shadow land.

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(c) 1993, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright 

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A re-post from 2014… (poem written in 1993).

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Washing dishes and

longing out the window

at trees

when suddenly

the ends of the universe touch

like the tips of two wings

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and I’m there

at that center

where nothing exists

but a bubbly plate

and the clear hot water

rinsing it clean.

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©  2012, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright 

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Re-posted from 2015, previously titled “Clear”.

Also published in Skipping Stones in 2018.

This is a revised version — hopefully improved. 😊

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We watch for him in the valley

by the riverbank

in the green of the moss

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but on the bridge

to the other side

all we find is our own loss

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till whispers in the trees remind:

just send love,

not sad goodbyes —

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no maudlin sentiment

for him,

he’s just over the rise.

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© 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 

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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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The day

we peel away

the tentacles of belief

will be the day

we discover

that unwavering ray

of truth.

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© 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 

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She dares to rise

through molten rock

cutting loose

from the unforgiving core

of gravity

free of the burning bush

and the howl of the tempest.

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Into the open sky she flies

past moon and sun,

the spin of stars

beyond the fabled edges

of the cosmos

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until no longer up or down

nor right or left

she spirals forth

into the numinous arms

of the Beloved.

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© 2020, 1976  Betty Hayes Albright 

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(A revised version of an old poem from 1976.)

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