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How hard it is to see

the highest mountain for the trees

until we hear the ancient knock

of thunder sky and molten rock.

We tear away the mossy veil

that had long concealed the trail

just to find the climb is steepest

where the waterfall is deepest

and it seems we’re almost there

when we breathe the rarest air

beyond the earth, into the sun

where we learn we’ve just begun.

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(c) 1994, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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(another oldie)

 

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Ivy

(just another oldie – revised)

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untitled

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Her roots are caught

in rock-bound earth

but her dreams coil up

the weathered trunk

of an old elm tree.

Higher,

yet higher

they weave through branches

seeking the sun

till finally one dawn

they burst from containment

calling the name

of a lover in flight

on the edges

of all that could be.

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(c) 1996, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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(image from free clip art file)

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(from 1981 – I think this was originally written as a children’s poem – but the meaning for me has changed through the years.)

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I’ll see you

in each color

of the rainbow

or inside a bubble

foaming

on the sea;

I’ll find you

on the wing

of a hummingbird

or at the bottom

of a spot

of tea.

I’ll meet you

in the middle

of an Oreo

somewhere

on the edges

of a rhyme;

I’ll love you

at the tip

of the hour hand

resting

on the backside

of time.

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© 1981, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright 

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How hard it is to see

the highest mountain for the trees

until we hear the ancient knock

of thunder sky and molten rock.

We tear away the mossy veil

that had long concealed the trail

just to find the climb is steepest

where the waterfall is deepest

and it seems we’re almost there

when we breathe the rarest air

beyond the earth, into the sun

where we learn we’ve just begun.

.

(c) 1994, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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