Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged bees, freedom, July, justice, Love, nature, passion, poem, Poetry, summer on July 22, 2020| 24 Comments »
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Come meet me
in the secret garden
living green
and dancing yellow,
join the bees
and beg their pardon
where the hive
grows sweet and mellow.
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Free of fear
and saved from doom
let us dance
in yonder meadow
where the wild ones
stand and bloom –
spare the truth
and spoil the credo.
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Oh my love,
let’s long abide –
dance the tango
free from care.
Meet me
on the other side –
unloose your heartstrings,
take the dare.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged August, Blogoversary, flowers, Gaia, Gladiola, Haiku or Senryu, nature, poem, Poetry, summer on August 13, 2019| 55 Comments »
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Middle of August
some flowers begin to fade.
Glad is tickled pink.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
(Photo taken a few days ago, in our front yard.)
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Quick note: Yesterday was my 8th anniversary here on WordPress! I’m thankful to have met so many wonderful, kind, gifted writers here over the years. Many of you have become dear friends.
Thank you to everyone for your support and encouragement, and thanks also to those of you who have bought my book “Skipping Stones” this last year! That has meant a lot to me! (Shameless plug: it’s still available. 😁😁 )
With love and gratitude,
Betty ❤❤
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged awareness, beauty, Gaia, mindfulness, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, Sunflower on August 11, 2019| 39 Comments »
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From a seed
dropped by a crow
at the bottom of a rockery
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it rises tall
and sturdy now
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with Fibonacci spirals
and a halo of gold.
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I wonder
if passersby see
the scintillating glow –
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or just a wistful shadow
nodding across their path.
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(c) 1999, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photo by Lukas, Pexels.com)
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Poem from 20 years ago, never published….
Still hoping to catch up with everyone soon!
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged August, beauty, bees, flowers, Gaia, nature, overwhelm, poem, Poetry, summer on August 29, 2018| 56 Comments »
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It’s almost too much –
the bee in the center of the rose,
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the hummer mating
with the hot pink flute of August,
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puffs of clover in the honey
tied up in a bow
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with golden mari
and the lion’s yellow dandi.
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Oh glorious!
I must sometimes turn away –
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no wonder that the fly
needs a thousand eyes.
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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Photo taken in 2014, Edmonds, Washington
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged clover, Haiku or Senryu, honey bees, kindness, lawnmower, nature, poem, Poetry, summer on July 6, 2018| 46 Comments »
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Honey bees delight
in the spread of sweet clover
till Lawn Mower starts.
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Closer and closer
it shaves the yard shorter, but
leaves a friendly patch.
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(c) 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Calibrachoa, cypress, evergreens, flowers, Haiku or Senryu, Love, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, Trees on June 26, 2018| 35 Comments »
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Neon-lit flowers
spill from their wooden barrel,
“Catch me if your can!”
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Young evergreen trees
reach out their limbs for a hug
and I shall comply.
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(c) 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Photos from my back yard, yesterday…)
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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 Poetry 2010 - present, tagged August, bees, butterflies, denial, flowers, geese, nature, poem, Poetry, summer on August 18, 2016| 12 Comments »
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She pretends the sun will stay
and those foreboding shadows
will not grow.
The geese in V-formation
that she saw this afternoon
weren’t really flying south.
Wildflowers still dance
between the rocks
and butterflies still light
upon the phlox
as honeybees
still swarm the mint
and bumbles take the clover.
She hums a rosy little tune
and fills her watering can.
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© 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged flowers, Gaia, labels, names, nature, poem, Poetry, summer, wildflowers on June 24, 2015| 15 Comments »
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If these flowers
have a name
I don’t want to know.
Label not
my wild ones,
just let me watch them grow.
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(c) 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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(photo taken yesterday)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged college, enlightenment, God, Nietzsche, poem, Poetry, spirituality, summer, summer of '67 on September 28, 2013| 23 Comments »
It was one blue-sky summer
of beach love and freedom
and baby-oil tans,
but most of all, hunger
for the daring wild truth.
We danced apart
from cold philosophers
returning to their graves
and the icy leanings
of faithless professors.
It was that long emblazing summer
when heat ignited bodies,
when sun kindled our souls
and Nietzsche’s God
came back
from the dead.
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© 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
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(remembering the summer of ’67)
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