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Enchanting surprise

turning the corner to find

nesting crocuses.

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(c) 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(photo taken a few days ago)

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Blackberry blossom

charming as a camellia

never mind the thorns.

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(c) 2015 Betty Hayes Albright

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(photo taken May 2015)

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Teasy breezy May

sun dabbles in shades of dance,

plays tag through the trees.

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(c) 2015  Betty Hayes Albright

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(photo taken in 2011)

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Last year’s garden fasts beneath our feet

till winter takes its petulant retreat

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but come again, that longing ancient beat

where Gaia’s past and pregnant future meet

in winds roused from a quickening mystique.

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Some say that olden love is obsolete,

a dreamer’s sigh must ever be discreet

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but like the spring’s confident repeat

those sighs ignite a lover’s sacred heat

and lo! The cycle is once more complete.

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© 2015 Betty Hayes Albright

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Too labored? Too sing-songy? Ack!

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P.S. Hoping to catch up with everyone soon! 🙂

I know it’s been a very long, frozen, treacherous winter for some and hope that springtime arrives soon for us all.

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Gray sky,

like Sunday’s paper

spreads

in starchy folds

across the morning,

driving rain

on unripe shadows

sprinkling clues

through birding trees.

And where the purple

crocus blooms

I find a stick

and draw wet hearts

in the earth.

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(c) 1994, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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A re-post

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for Dad  (1915 – 1997)

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It’s a long, silent fall

into the days where Dad

is spoken in past tense.

He was tall

like autumn shadows –

he made us laugh

like the dancing, crackled leaves

around our feet.

And he would fast remind us

that trees return

to green

in this orbit’s gentle whirling

when spring gives back again.

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(C) 1997, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

 

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He trekked north

with the vernal sun

carving his name

across her sky

so she would not forget.

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,  2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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Words grow into poems

each syllable swells with love

linger here with me.

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Seeds grow into elms

each new leaf bud swells with love

linger there with me.

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(c) 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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Like a shy, white bird

sweet trillium blooms quietly

nestled in the brush.

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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright

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Robin Redbreast

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There it is again:

handsome rival in the glass –

he stops to reflect.

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(c) 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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