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Little garden pond
longs to be round as the sky —
Moon reflects on that.
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(c) 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Image from copyright free source in 2012)
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Posts Tagged ‘sky’
Calling
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged aspiration, moon, poem, Poetry, pond, senryu, sky, spirituality on September 27, 2020| 46 Comments »
Anime
Posted in Poetry 1980's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged animals, anime, art, clouds, nature, poem, Poetry, sky, spirit, wind on August 15, 2018| 31 Comments »
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Clouds morphing,
chasing through the sky
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storming in a buffalo,
scooting off a lamb –
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shifty creatures
drawn by the wind.
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© 1982, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Revised from a 1982 poem.)
First Snow
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Earth, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, senryu, sky, snow, surrender on January 7, 2018| 21 Comments »
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Heavy laden sky
surrenders to lure of earth
forest is hush-hush.
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© 2013, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post)
Photo taken 12-20-2013
A Toast
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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September Again – 2014 posting
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged apples, autumn, change, faeries, fall, hawk, poem, Poetry, rabbits, september, sky on September 13, 2014| 17 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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Haiku #64 – Canvas
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged canvas, clouds, contrails, faerie wings, Gaia, haiku, nature, poem, Poetry, sky on September 3, 2014| 8 Comments »
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Feathered paint on blue
white contrails and faerie wings
Gaia strokes the sky.
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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(photo Aug. 2014)
Name – 2013 posting
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged distance, geese, Love, moon, mountainside, name, north wind, passion, poem, Poetry, sea, sky on October 25, 2013| 8 Comments »
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.When she called his name
to the north wind
it roared
through the trees
and made her winter green.
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When she called his name
to the mountainside
it rose
up the ridge
like a fever.
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When she called his name
to the racing sky
it echoed
like a dozen geese
searching for a season.
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When she called his name
to the ocean
it churned
to salt butter
on her toast.
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When she called his name
to a sliver of moon
it hung like a lamp
on the dark side
of doubt
and this time she knew
that he heard.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
Haiku #33 – moon
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged haiku, moon, night, poem, Poetry, sky, waxing moon on July 20, 2013| 4 Comments »
Wax the stars, old moon –
hone your path across the sky,
peel away the night.
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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Toast – 2012 posting, old version
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged autumn, Equinox, lightning, Poetry, rain, sky, storm on September 23, 2012| 11 Comments »
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It changes fast,
that marbled sky
from sheets of paste
to curds of gray,
from belts of blue
to heads of steel
connected by chain lightning.
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Clouds turn to glass,
our shadows break
as we hasten through
the cracking storm
but we pause to lift
our empty cups
to catch the rain
and toast
the unleafing of fall.
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© 1993, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Hello Sky (a children’s poem)
Posted in Poetry 1970's, Poetry for children, tagged birds, Children, climbing trees, elation, joy, Poetry, sky, Trees on February 18, 2012| 31 Comments »
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Someday I’m going to climb a tree
to reach its very highest limb
and there I’ll sit and listen to
the merry music of the wind.
Spying on the world below
from my secret hiding place
I’ll chuckle softly to myself
each time a bird flies past my face.
I’ll hug a branch and sing out loud:
way up here my eyes can fly!
Then climbing down most carefully
I’ll whisper, see you later, sky.
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(c) 1970, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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