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(written for my young sons in 1979)

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Children, lay your presents down,

come look and see what I just found –

a tree outside all flocked in snow

that doesn’t need a wire to glow;

playful squirrels – the romping kind

that you never have to wind.

A snowman’s outside every home,

not one is made of Styrofoam.

There’s peace and quiet for your heart

not found inside a shopping cart,

and living color in a smile

that’s brought to you without a dial. *

The wind is singing up the street

to rosy cheeks and dancing feet,

to easy laughter, mellow sighs,

whispering of the grand surprise

that comes on winter’s longest night –

the promise of returning Light.

So children, lay your presents down,

behold the gift that Love has found.

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© 1979, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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* Waaay back in the late 60’s and early 70’s, certain t.v. shows were “brought to you in living color” (as opposed to the more common black and white) – on televisions that still had dials. Funny – seems so antiquated now.

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We leave our warm houses,

walk the long path

to the meadow

where shadows

catch in mid-freeze.

The stillness becomes us –

a breath in the thickets,

a widening of eyes,

the gentle padding of time.

From the trees come whispered

ribbons of sun

weaving through the branches

to find us waiting

our arms raised high

in praise of this day

when light reacquaints us

with Light.

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(c) 2003, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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Holidays

May all things you find sacred and true

during these holidays and beyond

bring you comfort, peace, and love.

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Betty

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(Hoping to be pain-free and active again on WP soon. Missing y’all….!)

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(sorry, just one more old Winter Solstice poem, this one from 1992….)

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O magic tilt of earth

we sing and dance

in this new wash

of sun.

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Icy prisms

play the lights!

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Our eyes gather

reds and greens,

we weave them into

holy wreaths

as one white candle

shines

the untouched snow.

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(c) 1992  Betty Hayes Albright

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We leave our warm houses,

walk the long path

to the meadow

where shadows

catch in mid-freeze.

In the stillness

it becomes us –

a breath in the thickets,

a widening of eyes,

the gentle padding of time.

From the trees

come whispers

and ribbons of sun

weaving through the branches

to find us waiting

our arms raised high

in praise of this first day

when light reacquaints us

with Light.

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(c) 2003, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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. . . .    (Winter Solstice 1996)

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Bold colors fall like snow

through trees,

precipitations of sun

filling the tangle

of briar and wood.

A lone sprite sings

a welcome song

as ten white birds

swoop overhead,

their feathers spread

to polish

the lens of the sky.

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(c)  1996, 2011  Betty Hayes Albright

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This tall stretch

of winter’s day

scrapes silver

from a crumpled sky.

I turn to face

a southern glow

with eyes upraised

and heart thrice full –

O Sun, I’d woo thee

north again

to light this shadowed land.

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(c) 1993, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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