Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged comfort, death, grief, heart, June, Love, poem, Poetry, storm, Trees, wind on June 15, 2017| 32 Comments »
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They say it’s coming
strong winds
unusual for June.
Large trees bursting
with foliage
are at risk.
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They say his heart
was enlarged
(with generosity)
at risk
for a death
out of season.
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Tomorrow when the storm hits
I will go outside
and stand among the trees.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, Poetry for children, tagged Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, rain, storm, tempest, wind on October 14, 2016| 6 Comments »
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(from 1993)
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When morning woke in silence
and you heard naught but a prayer,
when the earth was scented misty
came a tightness in the air.
And soon the winds were hammering
from sea and onto land
giving chase to charcoal rain
and knocking down what couldn’t stand
the battering and the beating
and the gusting of the gale
as steeples fell, and great old trees
splintered in its trail.
By evening the tempest waned…
the storm released the air…
and as darkness draped the silence
you could hear naught but a prayer.
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(c) 1993, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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(We’re in the midst of very stormy, roaring weather in the Pacific NW – hoping to get this posted before the power goes out.)
Posted in Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged change, light, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, purification, spirituality, storm, transcendence, transformation on June 12, 2015| 10 Comments »
photo (c) Jason T. Judd
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.Have you felt
the torrent coming
churning in your marrow
from the very nuclei
deep within your cells?
It bursts into a howling, spinning,
flooding storm of waves
crashing so hard
on the rocks
that sparks fly,
the wind flames
with tongues of heat
that reach the sun
hungry, licking, feeding,
until there’s nothing left
but a belly full of light.
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© 2001, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd,
as he flew over New Mexico recently.
Posted in Haiku and Senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged clouds, haiku, poem, Poetry, storm, sunset, wind on November 7, 2014| 6 Comments »
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Fierce clouds blow apart
setting sun calls it a day
storm fades into pink.
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(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(photo 11-6-2014)
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Bird, joy, play, poem, Poetry, roots, storm, Trees, wind on November 12, 2013| 19 Comments »
(re-post from 2 years ago)
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South winds
(c) B. Albright 2011
push the great fir
to mortal degree,
its many arms thrashing
in dark circles,
its body twisted in deep groan.
And I would be that bird
perched white at the top –
I’d play the storm
swaying in brave arcs
without roots.
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(c) 1995, 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Haiku and Senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged haiku, poem, Poetry, rain, rainbow, squall, storm, wind on November 4, 2013| 12 Comments »
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Fresh bundle of rain
sweeps in sideways on the wind
tied up in a bow.
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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
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(photo from 2012)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, Poetry for children, tagged children's poem, Earth, fire, lightning, poem, Poetry, rain, storm, thunder, wind on September 23, 2013| 7 Comments »
(Just a silly little verse, written during one of our recent thunder storms.)
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Said Lightning to the thunder,
I am in charge of you!
You haven’t any color
but I’m electric blue.
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Said Thunder to the lightning,
I’m the one they hear.
You’re just a random fork of light
but I inspire fear.
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Said Lightning to the thunder,
I turn night time into day,
I’ll crack my whip and sheet the sky
while you just roll away.
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Said Thunder to the lightning,
‘t is I that moves the air.
You’re just a ziggy-zaggy flash
but I give earth a scare.
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Said Lightning to the thunder,
watch me – I’ll make a flame
by striking every target,
but thunder has no aim.
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Then from the ground rose Fire
writhing towards the sky,
I am master here now,
both of you can say goodbye.
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But just in time came Rain, who cried:
this land is all my own.
I’m putting out your careless fire
now go – leave Earth alone.
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And still they argued back and forth
till Wind came out to play.
He laughed and roared with wild delight
and blew the storm away.
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© 2013, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
