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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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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  ❤❤

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beautiful blooming blossom botanical

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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!

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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

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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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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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Time Out

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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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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

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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)

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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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