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March 15, 2009 morning 004

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Spring and winter spar

rain mixes with something white

snow teases the vine.

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©  2012, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-posted from 2012)

 

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There are times

love is a fine rain

misting down

all for naught

evaporating before

it can hit the ground

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but sometimes

love peels back the rain

exposing sun

sending heat

palpitations to the earth

handing us a rose.

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(c) 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Shadorma November

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She takes in the street,

its rain-polished gleam

of high wet shadows,

of tall crows in bare trees.

Cupping her hands

she gathers a reflection

draws it to her lips

and drinks.

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(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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Shower from the east,

magic sunshine in the west

rainbow up her sleeve.

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 © 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright 

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(A re-post.   Photo taken April 2012)

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She would sate his fevered brow

with the coolness

of a gauzy cloud

until it rained

upon the mountains

filling streams

with tall white water

rushing eager to the sea.

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And he would lift her

to the shore

and lay her down

on seaweed

where together

they would turn to mist,

and next time that it rained

the sky

would wear a double bow.

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(c)  1995, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(Just for fun 🙂 )

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

I am in charge of you!

You haven’t any color

but I’m electric blue.

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Said Thunder to the lightning:

I’m the one you hear.

You’re just a random fork of light

but I inspire fear.

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

I turn night into day,

I’ll wave my whip and sheet the sky

while you just roll away.

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Said Thunder to the lightning,

‘tis I that moves the air.

You’re just a ziggy-zaggy flash

but I give earth a scare.

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Said Lightning to the thunder:

watch me, I’ll make a flame

by striking every target

while your rumble has no aim.

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And from the ground rose Fire

writhing towards the sky:

I am master here now,

both of you can say goodbye.

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Then just in time came Rain, who cried:

this land is all my own.         

I’m putting out your careless fire

now go – leave Earth alone.

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And still they argued back and forth

till Wind came out to play.

He laughed and roared with wild delight

and blew the storm away.

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© 2013, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-posted from 2013 – a children’s poem, for grown-ups too.)

 

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(from 1993)

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When morning woke in silence

and you heard naught but a prayer,

when the earth was scented misty

came a tightness in the air.

And soon the winds were hammering

from sea and onto land

giving chase to charcoal rain

and knocking down what couldn’t stand

the battering and the beating

and the gusting of the gale

as steeples fell, and great old trees

splintered in its trail.

By evening the tempest waned…

the storm released the air…

and as darkness draped the silence

you could hear naught but a prayer.

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(c) 1993, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright

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(We’re in the midst of very stormy, roaring weather in the Pacific NW – hoping to get this posted before the power goes out.)

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