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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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Crows, Gaia, nature, poem, Poetry, rain, storm, street, Trees, umbrella on October 30, 2017| 28 Comments »
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She takes in the street,
its rain-polished gleam
of high wet shadows,
of tall crows in bare trees.
Cupping her hands
she gathers a reflection
draws it to her lips
and drinks.
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(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged autumn, fall, leaves, nature, poem, Poetry, rush hour, storm, travel, wind on October 25, 2017| 26 Comments »
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From dark, wet lawns
fallen leaves flee
to the gutters,
the streets
spinning cinnamon orange
until giddy, they tumble
in sun-dried whorls
to catch the next storm
out of town.
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(c) 1999, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged death, grief, loss, Love, memories, poem, Poetry, power outage, storm, wind on September 21, 2017| 31 Comments »
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The lights blow out
and the room grows
starkly quiet
in the dark
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except for the drip
drip
dripping
of a faucet and
.
those thoughts
she had ignored
now howling
like the wild
of the wind.
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© 2015, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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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.
