Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged attention, bees, busy-ness, humor, just a scribble, poem, Poetry, robins, spring on February 22, 2020| 39 Comments »
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She tells him with glee
that the robins have arrived
right on time
and the first honeybees
are busy in the heather.
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He pretends to listen
but she knows he doesn’t hear –
he’s busy paying bills
also right on time
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so as usual
she just notes the new arrivals
on her calendar
and mentions them
in the rough draft
of a poem.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged calendulas, Earth, Earth Day, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, rescue, spider, spring on April 22, 2019| 35 Comments »
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Baby spider, no bigger
than a pinhead
snuggles next to the sink
for three days,
sustained by dust motes
and a sip of water
from a speck of mist
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until this morning
when she fluffs him
into a tissue
and he rides willingly
through the house
and out the back door
to the garden, and then
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as if knowing,
he drops down
into the leaves
of the orange Calendulas
which have just begun
to bloom.
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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged elm trees, Gaia, Haiku or Senryu, leaves, poem, Poetry, renewal, spring on April 13, 2019| 34 Comments »
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Baby leaves unfurl
from trees planted long ago —
tendered new in spring.
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© 2012, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Originally posted in 2012… revised.
(Photo from 2012)
Posted in Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, Uncategorized, tagged Earth, Gaia, Love, nature, poem, Poetry, spring, sun, Vernal equinox, writing on March 19, 2019| 34 Comments »
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O vernal sun,
come sweeten the rain
as you plant your secrets
under thick moss —
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lend the forsythia
pots of gold
and warm the stones
that circle our garden —
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let poppies buzz
and sword ferns uncurl
as Earth becomes great
with tender.
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(c) 1994, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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An old one, never published here… that I know of.
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Wishing everyone in the northern hemisphere a beautiful Springtime! 🌷
And to all of us – north, south, east, west – may love, wisdom and peace someday reign on this mixed up world of ours. 💚
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, tagged Gaia, hope, nature, poem, Poetry, primrose, promises, spring, wakening on February 28, 2018| 34 Comments »
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Primroses!
how winter thins
as shadows quicken
in sunlit trees
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as dew swells
the un-sheared lawn
with promises, promises
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and dreams are joined
at the wing.
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© 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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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, tagged fall, life, poem, Poetry, spring, summer, time, time flies...., winter on February 3, 2018| 38 Comments »
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They leak out
from the calendar –
seconds, minutes lost.
They steal away
into the fog
and freeze to winter’s frost.
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I close my eyes
and there’s an hour
missing from the day.
It turned into
a floppy kite
and spring blew it away.
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Dripping
through my fingers
another day has gone,
evaporated
yesterday
from summer’s placid pond.
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And soon a year
has fallen
bright confetti on the ground
and I wonder
if we’ll ever have
the time to just slow down.
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© 1992, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(….and another 26 years has flown by since writing this….)
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(a re-post)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, Uncategorized, tagged April, consummation, Deep Water, explorer, geese, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, spring on April 24, 2017| 25 Comments »
He trekked north
with the vernal sun
carving his name
across her sky
and as he touched
those new frontiers
she wondered, had anyone
conquered her so?
When spring returns
will the sun reach as high?
Or will it stop short
of her maiden arc,
and will she hear wild geese cry?
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Earth, Gaia, music, nature, poem, Poetry, seeds, song, spring, Trees, words on March 24, 2017| 7 Comments »
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Music rises from her garden,
goes off key
and disappears
into the sky.
Curious, she digs
with her bare hands
past dead roots
and rotting leaves
into birthing soil.
And there she feels a rhythm
pounding in the earth,
and the rise
of sacred humming
in her ears.
She drops a seed
into the hole
and out sprouts a melody
that grows into a tree.
Wind sings in its branches
and for the first time
in her life
she understands the words.
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© 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post, revised)
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