Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged light, Love, peace, poem, Poetry, seasons, winter, Winter Solstice on December 19, 2019| 31 Comments »
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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!
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, brine, change, fall, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, time on November 10, 2019| 38 Comments »
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So soon, again
they come this way –
long shadows
in the meadow play
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between the leaves
turned red and gold
where faeries
of the frost behold
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a disappearance
of the bees,
the fogging
in a stand of trees,
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the seasoning
of twig and vine
as Fall adds nutmeg
to the brine.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, change, colors, fall, late august, poem, Poetry, seasons on August 24, 2019| 45 Comments »
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A little less red
in the flower bed,
a little more gold on the tree –
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the mantis is praying,
the skyline is fraying
and Sol slips another degree.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Just a little scribble…)
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Photo from Pixabay
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Gaia, March, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, spring, writing on March 13, 2019| 40 Comments »
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Earth’s belly growls
when the wind
scours the valley
and rain swells the sky.
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Shadows loosen,
pressing more tightly
under rocks,
clinging closer to fences
and trees.
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Flickers arrive
flashing new red
under their wings
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while down below
the garden stirs —
and Gaia’s favorite color
is green.
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(c) 1994, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, dragonflies, fall, Gaia, moon, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, seeds, september, sun, Trees, Virgo on September 7, 2018| 33 Comments »
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Sunlight shrinks away
behind the thin of poplar trees,
spiders throw red shadows
in the paths of tired bees,
spells of a waxing moon are cast
and dragonflies change speed
with just a touch of madness
as summer goes to seed.
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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post from 2011 – revised)
.Photo by Ithalu Dominguez on Pexels.com
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged change, Gaia, Haiku or Senryu, nature, poem, Poetry, rain, seasons, snow, spring, transition on February 26, 2018| 46 Comments »
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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)
Posted in Poetry 1990's, Uncategorized, tagged autumn, change, fall, nature, poem, Poetry, seasons, sky, storm, toast, weather, wind on November 8, 2017| 46 Comments »
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It changes fast
that marbled sky
from sheets of paste
to curds of gray
and thin blue belts
with heads of steel
connected
by chain lightning.
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Clouds turn glassy
shadows break
we hasten through
the cracking storm
but pause to lift
our empty cups
to catch the rain
and raise a toast
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to the wild wind’s
un-leafing
of the fall.
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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post, revised)
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged autumn, faeries, fall, hawk, nature, poem, Poetry, rabbits, seasons, september on September 25, 2017| 33 Comments »
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Shadows grow hungry
the sky is in knots,
apples are mellow
the faeries draw lots,
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rabbits have vanished
from safe hiding spots,
hawk flies in circles
connecting the dots.
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© 2014, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post)
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Posted in Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged autumn, dreams, fall, Gaia, nature, origami, poem, Poetry, seasons, sleep, sun, time on September 3, 2017| 29 Comments »
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It all begins to crinkle,
the leaves, the sky
the boundaries of our vision.
Green ruffles turn to gold,
romaine edges of a dream
that curls and wrinkles
in the sun’s retreat.
Our shadows too turn ragged,
we feel them
stretch
and fold
their origami corners
that we too may slumber
in the pause
between now and again.
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(c) 2000, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Bird, Deep Water, elm tree, eternity, Love, loving, poem, Poetry, seasons, snow, winter on January 22, 2017| 22 Comments »
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It’s one more slippery
snow-white day
when every bird
has stolen away
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except for one
in the old elm tree
who watches my window.
But does he see me,
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or just the reflection
of love left behind?
I blow him a kiss
through the half-opened blind.
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And as each new season
transfigures our view
perhaps he won’t mind
that I’m watching him too.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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